Loves Dead Limb

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She knows my heart.

Her love was the kick

to my start.

I can remember my fingers

running through her long

black hair- a texture

softer than the

glazed wings

of angels

flying

apart.

Tragedy are the chains

seperating our bond.

This lonliness I feel 

still holds your 

company while 

in distraught.©

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