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The tenderness made me shiver
Felt like a child in her hand
She became the florist
Pampered the floret on her eyes
I saw her lifeless frame
Wound was open and blood still pumping
She looked awful
I wonder how could I have loved her?
She danced near me
I was watching her move
She came to hold me
And I just wanted to melt in her
I saw his ugly body on the table
She put me inside him
I shouted don’t leave me
Heart’s voice, who would listen?
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