Love, Nothing but a river of tears, Crystals of salt stealing the high ground, On riverbank cheeks and eyes of crimson red. What we had, destroyed, What we wanted most, gone, Fear striking, like a twisting knife, In flesh that's weak and feeble. Despair, stares with an ugly face, Swirling around inside your head, Grinning with its eyes wide open, Ready to strike and knock you dead. But
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