. . .killing me softly. . .
Shards
Peircing
Against
My soul
Her beauty
Perfect
She smiles
I fall
Deeper
It hurts
A sweet
Pain
A blissful
Death
...killing me softly...
Shards
Peircing
Against
My soul
Her beauty
Perfect
She smiles
I fall
Deeper
It hurts
A sweet
Pain
A blissful
Death
...killing me softly...
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