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She held his hands tightly
Until the pain was felt.
A drop of water fell
Into darkness.
Darkness captured it
And there was no void.
Light struck it down
Like thunder.
A pinch of salt was tasted
But hurts when added to the open wounds.
They make the bath tub filled.
When splashed, it produced
A red stain.
She released her hands
And his glass broke.
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The 50 Shades Of Balladry
PoetryWelcome, Welcome, Welcome. To the story I tell, To the feelings I reveal, To the words I spell. I wish, I wish that you alone Could understand and capture The words of a young writer. Whom her poems are entangled by Her fallen parts. They call her ...
