Blood #4

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Borrowing deep in despair she

Lets the light die with only the moon and stars

Outside to light up the ever lasting darkness that surrounds her

Outside is where she lay dying with nothing left she takes her finial breathe with but the nothing sound of her blood

Dripping onto the empty boat that floats though gently along in the waters of the ocean

And so our darling sky meets her end on that boat she lays there forever empty and broken forever lost in time waiting for a prince that never came to her rescue

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