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The bleeding hands of a broken heart
Tear open their wounds to see her
Forgotten face ripped apart
As I let my blood stir
In petals and glass
Flower's don't last
In days past
Nothing
Here
About the Creator
Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing. Now I can't stop!
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