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November 24, 2010
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He murdered her soul
With the touch of his hand
Her eyes clear and empty
His full of the monster inside him
Doesn’t he know that she loved
She knew that he wanted
She has no more tears
He only ever cried blood
One too many bruises
One too many scars
Neither of them should have played with fire
The lust is gone
So is the laughter
Two more fallen angels
Released into a broken world

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