Blood stains on the pillow
A death of my dreams
Last night she locked me in her arms
Rocked me on this bed
Painted my night red
But during the wee hours of today
When dew was still flirting with grass
A jealous angel of death stole her away
This morning
I only found her blood stains on the pillow
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