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Pieces of Heart
Oh, darling!
Look what you did,
To trust you again,
My heart forbids.
My blood can neglect,
These nerves can bear.
But tell me, were you been paid,
To be my betrayer?
Left the pieces of my heart,
On the street you walk unshod,
Giving warmth by your feet,
On the tears I shed.
Wild fetishes of yours,
With my sweet fantasies,
Could never fine-tuned.
Might be the reason for our RUIN.
Copyright ©
Ritika Singh
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