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Trembling hands grip 'round relief, White gives way to crimson streams. Lonely heart, so filled with grief, Overcome your stifled screams. Hold your blade, look up and see-- A world of love wants you set free.

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charisse-de-belen

American

Published: May 30, 2011
LinesWords: 636

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