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The heart of self destruction (Free verse) by Roisin Your heart belongs to her,
Described(by you)as your brown-eyed
Sweetly naive french girl.
You speak tenderly of her
As we lie
Flushed and moist;
Guilt slowly covering our naked bodies
Like a prudish blanket.
How I am wronging this innocent stranger.
I shall be
The faceless assassin of her heart.
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