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The world swirled in time and space
She began to wonder what was
Is this all she ever came to know
Was this how she was to end it
Blood stained walls
Cold as ice tears
The knife stood once more
Whispering sweetness to her
Many times this road traveled
But she never learned
Leaning in to hear sweet whispers
The blood of past stained her soul
Once more gripping the cold ground
Looking up as the same face smiled
Falling in defeat she realized
She would never win this fight


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