Broken Hearts
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Crimson Love
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Her heart dost bleed
with the same Crimson, Crimson bleeds,
Her wrist are kissed as are my own,
Our scars mimmick the ones lain upon our hearts.
We both lie on the invisible line
between a helusion of our own
and the pardise thats unknown,
our hearts bead upon a mixture of shed tears,
and broken shards of two Broken hearts,
perhaps with the pieces from both scarred parts,
Together we can make one unbreakable heart.
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