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Stains of heartbreak rushed down her face,
Racing to her chin, then
Falling to the foor,
Her eyes were red, her cheeks the pinkish
Color of utter despair
Her whimpers could be heard throughout
The old city, yet he didnt budge
To help his damsel in distress,
For he was the one who put
Her there, his hand had left its
Mark





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