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Poem: The Heartbreaker

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His whole apartment reeks
Of the cologne he overbuys,
His hair’s slicked back with secrets
And his jacket’s dyed with lies
His bank account is full
Of hearts that he had stole
He captures your attention
And then you’re under his control
He’ll paint you as a goddess
You’re the image of perfection
But do not fall within his grasp
For he does not return affection
Do not be fooled by kindness
He is brutal to the bone
He’ll take one of your belongings
And it will be your gravestone
If you ever wrote for him
Go and burn the pages
For all our hearts are monsters,
That’s why our ribs are cages.

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