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And these are the words
Which died on her lips,
For she could not speak them
Out loud.
And these are the words
Which her eyes swam freely in,
For they were the
Windows of her soul.
And these are the words
Which her heart had written on display,
For her heart spoke the truth
Yet was shrouded in darkness
Of a boned cage.
And they are the confessions
Which she could not say,
For her tongue was tied,
With twisted vines and bloody thorns.
So her heart spoke,
Instead of her tongue,
For her heart bloomed with the flowers
Which had circled her body
With twisted vines and bloody thorns.
And so these are 'Her Heart's Confession',
Oh stranger!
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If any of these pieces seem to go along the lines of another peice you have read, i assure that this book was not meant to be a copy and was written through pure imagination.
Please, do not copy or steal my work without asking me.
Thank you for understanding.
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