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you reached within my rib
cage and pulled out my whispering heart
it beat like the wings of birds

again, you beg me to love you
but i am a false 
aphrodite, a dead deity

ambivalent and vague
i speak in half-truths
your carmen of words

a siren, a thief
of hearts i put them
in jars like fireflies

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