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White

March 17, 2008
By Anonymous

Bloody,
From the hand that clasped my face.
Silenced,
By the icy eyes that hold a blank stare.
Shaking,
From the sight of glass piercing the skin.
Hidden,
By the large body that now lays beside me.
They,
Cannot help you.
You,
Have left me.
From,
This broken scene of an accident.
By,
The wings of white feathers.
But,
You have left without me.


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