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Oct 2020
Stab at the heart.
Let it drip till it runs dry,
And no longer can I hold tears in my eye.

Unto dust it all goes,
I pay ode to the pain
I know only I would know,
And yet praise the damning of a blade so foul.
Written by
Kushal  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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