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Apr 2014
Her eyes are black,
Her weight is down,
The grasp of this love,
Is bringing her down.
The tracks of their love,
Weigh up and down her arm.
The hours they spend,
Get her more wrapped in its charm.
The last day she beckoned his call,
He took her all.
As she dazed off she remembered that day
When she found his love and he took the pain away.
Now she is numb, there is no need to fight.
She lost her life, swimming in a pool of knives.
Rachael Marie
Written by
Rachael Marie  St.Cloud
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