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Like a broken shard of glass it cuts,into the bread of my fleshcausing the thick, velvety wine to flow freely.Losing the sustenance of Life, he wither..
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Love is a funny thing,
ever fleeting,
never seen.
Once you're bitten, you
cannot escape
the web it casts
over the tender heart.
Once you awaken..
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