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He stared 
into her beautiful eyes, 
even as the tears 
of slowly lost love 
fell. 
 
But he did not care. 
He knew what he wanted. 
And he took it, 
no remorse. 
 
Blinded by 
an aching desire, 
he stole 
the only thing 
she had to give him: 
 
Her love. 
 
So what is left of her... 
A severed heart. 
An aching body. 
A waning soul. 
A lost mind. 
 
He gave her nothing. 
 
He claimed to hold 
a deep, 
passionate, 
everlasting, 
true love 
for her. 
 
A proclamation 
brewed in lies. 
 
But a liar 
and a thief 
cannot love. 
 
And a soft, 
helpless dove 
cannot fall with grace 
when you clip its wings.

So What is Left of Her...