Cut open by her smile.
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Cut open by her
smile,..
So many nights
wasted,...
spent in denial,...
pursuing
loves sweet fruit.
(so often bitter once
it's tasted.)
And where has it
led?
This haunted house
Of Broken MiRRorS,
filled with Voices
Of The Dead!
(Who thrive on pain,
and tears.)
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