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Breaks and holes,

flood and whirlpools,

smokey black nights,

shadows,

fights and frights,

in the destroyed land

called myself,

already shattered,

broken and bloody,

yet,

with just your

sweet eyes,

got sipped again,

lured me in,

crying, yet

welcoming

another

catastrophe.

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