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Her Silhouette One world, torn apart in two Over a horrible blackness that Descended and then spread With too many words, said and unsaid A sinister love with no appreciation All held together by strings of blood Dark red and cruel, running thick In some - in others, barely a lick Unheard stories, burried deep and low Only an idea of what could have been But beneath the cloud, dense and wet Stands bold and bright, her silhouette |
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