First Tale of a family of Swords

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Two Swords
For two Children
One throw it away
A symbol of a family
A place
They don't belong anymore
The other still clutch at hers
They're desperate
I am

That Sword haunts my dreams
I used to not believe in ghosts
But now I don't have any choice
It wouldn't matter
You haunt me anyway

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