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Weakness

He has no blood with which

His heart to make a beat

He has no soul within

His love should never keep

He heals like the undead

And can see into your mind

Don’t bother with a wall

If he’s looking, he will find

You won’t know him by his age

His hair and eyes to match

Don’t bother running cross the room

If he’s chasing, he will catch

The only life’s end for him

Shall not be ever spoken

For the only life’s end for him

Is a heart that’s broken

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Written by
jenna-johnston
American
Published
Nov 8, 2011
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This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please

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