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fragile thoughts
under the canopy of darkness within shards of pain ripped into pieces blood drops that stain seeping soul through anguished tears something rose through ashen flesh stoic spirit kissed with death thrice embraced to the brink seduced wove a heart that held the truth beneath the wounds within the child arose a woman pagan wild what I see when in her grasp are tender mercies love's repast © Paul Viel 2002
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