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Feb 2017
Your lifeless doll,
Lost between plains of existence,
Hands outstretched towards you.
You’re her fountain of hope.
Consuming your life,
Just so she can breathe.
The water turned red,
And when you start to decay,
She will remember how to live.
Loveless
Written by
Loveless  Vatican City.
(Vatican City.)   
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