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What did
you do to this heart
That I
gave you ,
To
protectwith your own?
It is
groaning with the slow pain of agony
Rising in
a ..
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This an edited version of the original one.....
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one of my first poems.....
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Pain struck me :
like a cold dagger,
Plunged abruptly
into,
My unanticipating
heart.
Deeper than the
speed with which;
You swiveled ..
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