His bright lights blind her with a knife
Broken and abused laid rest to sleep
Yet her heart still beat as she lay
Her hand bruised with scars she smiled
Yet her heart was with poison it was comfort
It was in his grasps she died
with a calm smile
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Stuff I Wrote
De TodoThis includes poems and or more. I just didn't want to mislabel anything so I named it stuff I wrote.
