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There is a bloody crevice 
in my shattered chest 
from whence you snatched my bleeding heart 
and held it to your breast. 
But with time your love has faltered, 
and my heart’s left in the dust. 
I was but a sorry fool 
of your insatiable blood lust. 
So give me back my heart now, 
even though it is all tattered. 
I’d like to have it back now 
‘cause it seems I never mattered. 
And even though it’s early, 
I just had to speak my mind. 
That’s why I’ve written, just for you, 
my Disenchanted Valentine.