Lay before me was a beauty,
One who repeatedly tore me apart,
Her porcelain skin cracked,
As she pulled out her bloody heart.
Reaching deep into the cavity
Of her chest, she drew out
A beating, clockwork heart.
The sight filled me with doubt.
It ticked away the seconds,
And I took it in my palm,
I promised her I wouldn't,
Let it come to any more harm.
She gave me a weak smile,
A painfully small one,
And then she let her head lull,
I guess her work was done.
I took her heart from her,
I hid it in my chest.
The warmth of my blood,
I felt, would be best.
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