She sits here
She closes her eyes
Eyes dripping with Blood
Choking of this very air
Still
A soft touch
Down
Wanting to turn away, but cant
It stir the very soul, with just this kiss
Come, Come again
It lies to this teady bear.
Purple, Blue
Lieing alone
only a blanket to cover this bear.
Fished
Flashing
Light is here, at this door
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