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Summery night
Packed with dread
I watched your life
As it was bled
His jealous rage
Colored in red
Cloaked my eyes
As I fled
Your lifeless body
His hands did shred
For that imagery now,
Is stuck in my head
The doctors arrived
Oh, how I pled
Not to hear the words;
"Your Mother is Dead"
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Ok. I felt a knife go thru my heart with this one. This is very powerful. The emotions evoked are gut wrenchingly bitter and sad. This is a great peace. ****
