Words cannot describe
All this pain I am in
Your sad face
As
With your ways and your beautiful face
I am convinced that
HATE
Its too late
I bathe in your blood
Coated limbs
You knew that
This is withered
The flower is dying
All of them hide
Sheltered and
Humble little boy
Says mother must go
Scared of his bedtime stories
Of
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