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Agonies Lure

What is this feeling that pulls on the strings to my heart?
When did this uneasiness start?
It must be a broken heart, dust to dust, the ash of mistrust.
The heavy pieces go with me wherever I go.
How did this happen, I may never know?
There are common shocks of love the heart will endure, 
Yet, lightning bolts render no cure.
The aching heart was once pure.
There is nothing that can be so sure.
The broken heart becomes agonies lure.

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Agonies Lure