Well, there is this heaven and hell,
But things like this both we can't dwell.
Conflict between light and dark,
But abyss wins, it ease the spark.
Oddity like oil in water,
Makes me feel like in deep slaughter.
Grief on my pleading wounded knee,
Erasing thought of you and me.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
