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In the box
There is a dying
Beating heart
Left alone
To wither and waste
With each beat
Its strength goes away
How I wish
I could just
Free it from it's cage
But alas
It dies all alone
And there is
Not one soul
To take it back home
Put it back
I shall do before
She sees me
And then Pray
My heart remains safe
I now know
The secret she hides
In the box
Murderer
She's a murderer
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Author Notes
Rhyming scheme 3,5,3 3,5
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