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Aug 2015
And so she cried, day by day
And needless to say
It never went away.
And now her heart beats sick and sore
As she bleeds out on the floor.
Oh crimson blood, I love how you flow,
Ever, ever, ever so slow.
YoursTruly
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YoursTruly
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