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Feb 2015
These eyes have spilled sorrow
This flesh has dripped blood
Two hands always there
To pick up the unloved

This heart has been opened
And drained to the core
Running on empty
Can't take anymore

This voice is quiet
But never unheard
Speaks from the soul
With eloquent word

But this being is fragile
And takes hits so hard
Yet never does show it
Easy to discard
LovelyBones
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