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Sunday, 3 June 2012

Heartstrings

I could have sworn I'd returned the key to your heart, but where's mine?

You kept it, and visit my sanctuary as you see fit. You pluck and plunder at my heart, and her secrets.

This invasion of privacy isn't the worst of it all:

I invited you to come.
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