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...Just a thought ..inspired
from the wrath of burning souls..
or softness passion of a Rose...
last hope of a dying vision....
Every morning when he batters her
or they are loosing hope in love
...Tear that flows in streams ..innocent face
or just a desire to end ...all that they care
..Pain that is not in ones body..but soul
as someone betrayed and dug a very hole
Its not the blood that they feared or becried
but the fact that they were deloved........
..a smoke in the hollow fire of Eden...upthere..
for the lost cause and promises they heard
...the last caring kiss they ever looked for..
the chilly comfort in the burning soul.......
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