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In my arms she rest; her short soft breath fleeting away as her tears of glass shards pierce my flesh "Rest, my love" I say motherly Her glassy eyes, hands like petals Soft and sweet was once her innocents How horridly it was stripped naked and b
Pull me close. Don't talk. Listen to it, It beats, Growing stronger, My heart. Pumping blood, Don't let me run. Make me fight for you.