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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.
Published 5th Jun 2013
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5th Jun 2013 2:03am
oh wow this is absolutely beautiful . you wrote the hell out of this.. i think it's a keeper.. great job.. and nice to meet you
5th Jun 2013 5:11am
Thank you :) I tried hard. And I think you've commented on one of my poems before, well no matter. Hello! It's nice to meet you too!
