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Although I'm gone I'll still be near,
I'll hold your hand
Through dark and fear.
I'll rip your heart out
Till your eyes can see,
This love that burns
Inside of me.
I'll hold you close and keep you near,
Shoo away all your fear.
I'd break a bone,
To keep your heart of stone,
Beating away in a start of loan.
I wanted us more
To carry on far,
But it wasn't my fault,
You were such a whore.
As you lay in your cott
All nice and warm,
My body is decaying and worn.
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Dark Kisses
PoetryA collection of my dabbles in poetry. Mostly dark, but there will be some happy ones.