A cut so deep
That it seeps
Blood so red
As a rose's blend
Falls to the ground
In a heap
That even the
Morning's breeze does weep
Listen to the cries
And seep to the
Color that runs
And weep for a
Cut so deep
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Loona's Emo Poems
PuisiI'll write more poems in time, but for now I'll stick to writing my stories for a time.