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1:11am - 20 February, 2003
The Game
I put my heart into your hands.
You scatter it with shattered glass--
Grind it in, and my heart bleeds tears--
Then dress the wounds to make anew.
So put your arms around me now,
Soon to push me away again.
Break the bottles from which we drank,
Use them to cut away my love.
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