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Blood, it dribbles, down my chin, I pull away, then bite, again.
She was so lovely, now, she's dead, swirling memories, in my head.
Loved, she was, by family, friends, I've showed her one, of many ends.
I was gentle, though it hurt, into my mouth, her blood did squirt.
As her wounds, they close, discretely,
I kiss upon, her forehead, sweetly.
I feel bad, to end this girl,
still, the memories, they whirl.
Kisses, rains, and birthdays, nice.
Now her heart is cold, as ice.
I set her slowly, in the snow,
looking back, upon her glow.
"My apologies," I say, for it is, upon this day,
not another girl, I'll slay, or a man, not this way.
Into the fray, I walk away.
Darting, quickly, kept at bay.
In the city, I can't stay.
To the ground, for rest, I lay.
Just before the break of day.
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