Break up poem

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You walked away,
She grabbed a gun,
Hoping it will kill her,
As he grabbed a black blade,
Bleed black and red poison out of his veins,
As the demon stared into the darkness of the blood,
Every bullet went past day by day ,as he died slowly in the darkness in hell

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