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Aug 2014
Sometimes when we are in love,
we give things we didn't know
we possessed.

He was an adept, blasé thief,
who never thought twice
about stealing my heart.

He held it tightly in his
hand, then threw it to the
bottom of the deep blue sea.

Now I'm a treasure for
someone else to find.
Written by
Ann Witt
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