《Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken》Poem 44

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"And you were mine,

I was the thief,

I took the heart

I let you bleed,

beautiful way

To die of love.

To die of hurt.

To make him see,

I never lose,

I never win.

I hold no crown,

I never did

But still

They bow to me,

A queen of stolen hearts,

I make them bleed."

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