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His eyes
Every time I look
Into them
I see her
The heart in which
You took
Killed
Murdered
As I stand
I just want to lay down
Wipe my hands
Scrubbing the blood
Which killed my friends
My love my best friend
Now they are gone
And I am left with no one
The tears
Sting my face
And yet....
I love the pain
That brings reassurance
That you are really gone