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Death. Inspiration lured by the devils tongue.
A trail of blood pouring through the river of such a beautiful melody
the lyrics of a foolish heart.
every ounce of her dedication ridiculed.
A moment stolen... grasping for each of her emotions
scattered. placing each one carefully into the box they should have stayed in.
warm tears in her eyes...
lost.
Blood covering her soft skin.... eyes filled with tears.
Death. Inspired by the rain falling down on me. my last breath.
the prickling touch of each spider placing the venom in my world.
Death.
2:43 AM
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