here the leaves
turn to fall
the wind
chills
souls
hearts
die all the time
so why souldn't
mine bleed?
tears fall
just the same
to release
the passion
that once
pumped within
the heart
yet we cloak
ourselves
in despair
and suffer
on
death is
only the
beginning
of something new
death is lovely
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Angels sighing
demons pierced
heart so sweet
innocence sent
but deep beyond beauty
evil lurks