heart for sale

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"Heart for Sale"

Beat became slowly,
I studied it carefully.
I can't be showy,
But I do things sincerely.

What is the use if you're gone,
Why you think it's just for fun?
Hence, this is not tragedy,
But the pain is repeatedly.

I stabbed the left upper part,
See who owns the bloody heart.
Frozen in the battle,
There's a note that can startle.

Low price remain,
Anyone? Can you claim?
That heart is dying,
Yet I'm here selling while crying.

That part love itself,
My love I hope happiness is what you felt.
I'm about to move on,
I don't worry it's fine to be abandoned.

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