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| Dear everything and anything I give another flower to this heartless world Another angel for this gaping maw Of an existence My dear girl of the blood flowers beneath She was a keeper of lullabies and soothing prose Her jaw is hanging so wide so unnatrual Yet there is no sound to be heard Those beautiful green eyes They rest vacant and opened wide There is an image imprinted on the cornea It was the last thing she ever saw |