Arrow heart.

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You smile in the shape of a rain cloud,
You laugh like the sound of thunder,
If hope's anything to go by,
Your's is the picture of death,

You shine in the shape of heartbreak,
You love like a broken flower,
If hope's anything to go by,
Your's is the picture of death,

You think in the shape of an arrow,
You process like a gun,
If hope's anything to go by,
Your's is the picture of death,

You act in the shape of destruction,
You react like a peice of pain,
If hope's anything to go by,
Your's is the picture of death,

You exsist in the shape of a crash,
You live like the fog,
If hope's anything to go by,
It's dead.

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