A Smile Of Bone
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Crimson Love
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You smile as I cry,
Death why have I?
please just take me,
I can't handle your boney smile
put your scythe to my throat,
please cut out the regret,
find my soul,
as It has been lost,
perhaps in death,
your boney smile shall be
this moths flame,
please just remeber,
all crimson was,
the words I've uttered,
and the words I have lost...
within this Crimson pain.
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