Rage Of Grief

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The passing of the moment
Scarred her soul and body
With the tattoo of Medusa
As the ink of fear ran through her veins
Ruining her of sanity

The lingering pain
Reminded her of those touch
Making her wish for her death;
For it to quiten her fear of touch
And oblivate her guilt

And at last in the end
Peace laid on her soul
As her heart gave out

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