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Jul 2015
Oh these sweet subtle bullets
Pouring down from the sooty skies
Hitting me with every beautiful memory
Memories stashed deep inside. resurfaced.
Tearing the old gashes sewn shut

Our Passion like the thunder
Your velvety breath like this breeze..
Every touch like these drops, making me fragile
More than ever...
Our union, as pure as this newly washed earth..

But it was, it isn't anymore...
N I am being cut, torn apart from the pain.
Ripped and broken...

And then the calm returns
The rains go away, leaving me undone
Blood drained, limp and weak.
Scars, old and new.
Lost, without You.
When soft raindrops, become knives to your injured soul, Memories are revived unintentionally.
Belladonna
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Belladonna  Forest O' Bane
(Forest O' Bane)   
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