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Paper cuts

You tore apart,
       My paper heart
        With words that I was dreading

Now all that's left, 
       Of love unsaid,
       Is dead and made for shredding.

Like cursed confetti,
     Tossed and thrown,
     At a doomed and dismal wedding...

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