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Death of the soul
The tears keep flowing,
the blood won't stem.
my open heart glows,
like a blood red gem.
Those words still hurt,
those thoughts still pain.
you hurt me even though you knew
you had nothing to gain.
Like a glinting black blade,
covered in crimson red blood.
Your mind is corrupted,
like a withering rose bud.
poem
by
Mandy Lee
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