Nikita Cheney Poems

The pain is growing stronger still
It's hell-bent course is almost run
And try as I may with all my will
Won't see too many more a rising sun.
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I knew a girl who loves things that most people would shun, every man who held her heart, to it only damage they've done,
she still loved them anyway, till every drop had been bled,
she loved them all still when they left her for dead.
She had a dream she kept secretly, locked it away, A silly dream she'd find her love, and be cherished by him one day.
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