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In my arms she rest; her short soft breath fleeting away as her tears of glass shards pierce my flesh  "Rest, my love" I say motherly Her glassy eyes, hands like petals Soft and sweet was once her innocents How horridly it was stripped naked and b
Pull me close.        Don't talk.  Listen to it,            It beats,  Growing stronger,            My heart.  Pumping blood,          Don't let me run.    Make me fight for you. 
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