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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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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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Goodbye Maiden Fair
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