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Aug 2013
Pain hits my body
the devil strikes
love is departed at the dead of night
peace is shot in it's heart with the shadow's good gold arrow
no one does confess
for the devil is gone
and never was caught with the very detailed pupil in any beings eye
but until the war had struck
no one had ever heard of love.
Written by
Emerald Sapani
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