Bleeding heart

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Love is the best weapon

To kill and cure and to trust and lure

A heart opens and closes like a portal

welcoming and rebuffing all the mortals

But when love's a game

It is a death wish to come

A heart-throbbing is a sin

Like a heartbreaking in an inn

A task that's bloody and a mask that deadly

That's what a bleeding heart is

A heart that's shattered to a million pieces

And a heart that is unfixable

But the ones
who heal

Falls back to the unreal

And vanish to thin air

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