Ficlets

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You took my breath,
But I’m still breathing.
You broke my heart,
But it’s still beating.

I buried my feelings,
All in a row,
Hoping that good things
Might soon try ‘n grow.

My heart, my love
You may refuse,
But You, My love,
Are now my Muse.