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A hackneyed love

A hackneyed love, now I know, my heart's a treasure, I say no more. your eyes on the chequebook like ice on a cake, none you give but loads you take, Dear you made it look grotesque. act like a fool I did, to please your evil deeds, or more like sweating and bleeding, a prisoner to your biddings. you could have said at least that inside you were a beast, an argument without closed fists is not a thing on your list. using torture as a weapon, to use my heart as a coupon, because you knew all the loopholes, to steal my love was your call. although true love never dies, this one was killed by your lies, it's wise to say enough, a hackneyed love.

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