Trying to beg for something to believe,
on her knees over the grave she grieves.
The last fight was the last fight,
the last night in their closed eye sites,
led her to a current kneeling dream.
Asleep he couldn't hear her scream.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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