these thoughts
these feelings
these words
you mould into swords
of fine steel
to split my soul
make but soft whispers
dropping as withered leaves
upon your poisoned feet
holding your two halves
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these thoughts
these feelings
these words
you mould into swords
of fine steel
to split my soul
make but soft whispers
dropping as withered leaves
upon your poisoned feet
holding your two halves
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