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Aug 2014
Dust collects on my unused heart,
I don't dare take it off the shelf
For the last time I did,
You tried to smash it to bits,
You only cared about yourself.
So I leave it there,
It never moves anymore.
I have no reason to use it again.
For the last time I did,
All I got in return,
Was heart ache when you slammed the door.
Mooseman55
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