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She went to write a poem With blood stained hands Her fingers where shaking Leading the pen in dance Words formed in her head 'Flowers my darling' A poem of love and hope filled the lines 'In exchange for a kiss' A year after The poems she wrote changed They where still poems of love But no longer hope 'Lovers under the moon' Was the first line 'Their story ending far too soon' Was the last A year later she was done Not with love but with life She wrote her last poem On the blood stained lines 'This isn't a story of love and hope Rather a story of loss The story goes to tell you How the ending was near And how she cried her last tear It will tell you she was done With life and ready to move on To heaven and bey-' The poem was never finished The story ended to soon The pages was never seen Hidden far away In the depths of her heart | ||||||||||||||
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