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Grace
Serpentine floods to the heart,
All too soon, the last petal falls.
No one dies a virgin here,
Life makes whores out of us all.
Tell a tale that makes no sense,
Take away what's left in store.
Fall in love with false pretense,
She's not breathing anymore.
Empty eyes will greet the fear,
Idle hearts will bleed again.
We ran too hard to shed a tear,
To see now's creator is then.
Light fades as her heartbeat slows,
We turn away with a blind eye.
Stricken alone by what she knows,
For what is dead may never die.
