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i stole her breath

broke her soul

craved too much of her

until there was nothing left

no longer ripe for the picking

but rotted to the core

her heart lay bleeding

blood staining my hands

as i look for the next fruit

the hunger inside me craves

- forgive me father for I have sinned

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