Unic Cjonr Poems

I am cut to the sliver, my wrists are bleeding, i am dead to silver - My eyes shines dead to transparant, what i have done and where i i have been, my tears cry, when it is my pain i see - The prints left by my father, the fragrance of violet to a rose, smells of the Heavenly One - Why then the reason, i seek to destroy - I hear the whispers, the breeze to a seven - I am lost to the missing, by six i was employed - I am grim to the grit of
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