For how long it took, not what
Then when I lay in you hands, you would stab it
Remind me why it is not worth your look
But I would laugh, nod and acknowledge
Then ask you to gave tea, or a drink
We would, then leave
I could cry, but I won't
You couldn't, but you cold show you are
That is by when my bleeding would dry and flake
Fly into a million shards of rubies
Decorate your face
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