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Goodbye Maiden Fair

Stood before it
Blade of love
It's silver
Alluring

How sharp the tip
Pressed
Against her bodice
Be strong

Fingers dance
Against its sharpness
The sting
Of blood red tear

Yet nothing
Can compare
To the sorrow
Befallen her heart

Cast herself now
Upon sweet blade
Purging herself
Of thoughts of you

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-20-05











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