《Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken》Poem 43

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"He took my wings,

He let me die.

I was his.

He didn't mind.

When I healed,

I stole my wings.

I took the knife,

kissed his cheek,

He didn't cry,

I Didn't forgive,

I just smiled."

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