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The silence is deafening
As she listens for a
Heartbeat of
In the cold
Dark night.

She remembers your touch
Like it's
Into her soul,
And your warm
That you whispered
Into her heart...

You are mine. 

Now, she is no more than
A forgotten thought,
Or just a sweet
Of desires past.

Now, her words
Ricochet into the
Empty room,
Onto blank pages
Left abandoned
On the cold floor.

With new scars
And fragmented
She will surrender
To a cold
Shattered heart.

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