A broken heart is never right
Especially when it leads to a fight
It is like a cup with a hole in it
Or as wrong with a chair with no sit
Flirt, Flake, and Fall is the three ways to mess up
You break it, its broke
Now your bruised
And now you're like the cup
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The second stanza is missing its rhyming couplets.
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