Every blow is out of bait
that will lead me to hate,
so please do hesitate
before you take my heart
to break.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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Every blow is out of bait
that will lead me to hate,
so please do hesitate
before you take my heart
to break.
