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Me for you.

Dark clouds
ventured within wires
The scent of our own
Is what we lived by.

I close my eyes,
As tears shatter,
My memory is disturbed.

A tender hand,
Flawless hair,
My generation to come,
was taken, and is now gone.

In a blur,
My glassy crystals,
were seen by none,
As in fear, they looked away.

Too long was spent,
In the hands of evil,
Too long was spent,
In the hands of the devil.

And although I have lived,
And will continue to live,
My life was eaten alive,
By those who took her away.

My soul in exchange for hers,
My life in return of hers,
I give you my grief,
and take this suffering.

As I tremble in suffering,
I cannot imagine her,
In tears for me,
had the pages been reversed.

And so I sacrifice my heart,
In the eyes of her pain,
I sacrifice my last breathe,
Hoping she wouldn't have to do the same.


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