The Final Axe

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Your words,

The piercing arrow,

Which stabbed through,

The pulp of my red.


Your cold eyes,

The cutting sword,

Which halved me through,

The love bore in my fragile bones.


Your moving on,

The final axe,

Ripping my existence inside out,

Releasing my soul,

Making me just a rock.

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Hey all! I would like to thank you all for all the love you are continuously showering on me. I love the way you people have kept motivating me through and through! :)

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