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This heavy heart blows out its spark
And keeps itself encased in dark.
The light once bright has now taken flight
And all those alight now laugh in spite.
Though their bright flames are beginning to dim,
The pain he sprayed has now splattered him.
Your once bright smile has been gone for some while,
While your captors live with jewels and dry from thunder,
But what use are their 'jewels'
When they please temporarily?
You live in tears, in blood, why?
Why did they ignite it?
A blade once clean now lies atop a sink,
The blood now drenched the poor little thing.
And many blades are yet to come
When this once has turned too blunt.

-L.H.

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