A poem i wrote for this book

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Fire is red
Tears are blue
The good hearts are dead
With the morning dew

Hearts are gone
It wasn't all because of Jon
Love is lost
To Bryan everything comes at a cost

The mom is jailed
Yet she hasn't bailed
The daughter is dead
She has all but fled

If this story comes to a close

The future is something that nobody knows

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