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Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She feels the urge to paint a world with blood.
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
She dreams a world of red in every shade,
Would banish all the rainbow if she could.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.
All trust now shredded, reason torn and frayed,
A hollow corpse where once a woman stood;
She watches moonlight dance along th...
Thursday 13th August 2009 12:49 pm
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