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The Key to my Heart


When the door slammed shut,
I threw the key really far.
I picked up a blade and began to cut.
No, not my wrists. Just the stars.

With a plunk and plink they all fell,
Their strings murdered, tangled now.
Now they light the skies in hell,
Littering my heart like petals, a rotting vow.
Written by FishCake
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