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Can you not see?
The sanguine liquid that pours free from tender wounds
The pulse of her heart, beating faster with each passing moment
The tears that breeds in her eyes
Can you not hear?
The pain of a broken soul cries so deeply in the breeching moon light.
The screaming inside of her lonely mind
The pulse that races through her veins
Can you not taste?
The bitter sweetness of dieing lips
The spice of Life, slowly becoming bland
The tears that flows freely from her soul
Can you not feel?
The rage the has seized her life
The anger of a wild cat laden beneath the surface, that begs to be free
The anguish that torments her from day to day
Can you not smell?
The fear that breeds deep with in her womb
The vulgar scent of exile that separates her mind
The sweat the pours freely like open waterfalls from ashen skin
How can you?
Stand there, with unloving eyes
Laugh in the wake of her final hour
Stroke her flesh as if it were meant for a doll
How can you...
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