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Mist of the mourning,
Maneuvering through a desperate maze,
The dark water where I lie is dirty,
Tainted with blood,
The dirt in my wounds is ground deep in,
And my eyes draw a deep black,
My skin is a pale poised marble,
My blood running in ice,
The hole in my heart ripped open and myslef cold,
How I wish I could take in the sweet escence,
The escence of my beloved heart when it was beating,
It is still and I lie my eyes wide and deep,
The wishes will never disappear,
And courage will never set in the hearts of others,
The revolution of my life took a sharp turn for the worse,
Now they see ,
You should never fall in love.
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Forever Reaching |
