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The scarlet depression that seeps from the wounds
Left by the ancient siver dagger tarnished with lies
Lonliness warping the mood of the room
As all hope that once was curls up and dies
Anger is left in the wake of the treacherous act
Unwanted tears are forced to appear in dry eyes
An unsteady hand hovering nervously above the hilt
Silence coats the air as the sound of breathing dies
Keen blades of green grass tickle their wordless lips
Darkly deceptive white clouds drift in light blue skies
Screaming invisible fears silently fill their hearts
As quickly and unknowingly all that's alive dies
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