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My friend drew a picture and asked me to write a poem to go along with it and this flowed out.

He promised you love and he promised the world.
But he shattered your heart and you saw his horns curled. You thought he was sweet and you thought he was kind.
But you only now realized that loves hard to find.
You ache and you strain and you think of the pain.
The knife hits the skin as your blood starts to rain.
You wish you could love. Like the wings of a dove.
It will fly away looking down from above.