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Lost Spark

Stop trying tricks. You are throwing on me bricks.
The waters of my heart are really deep,but bloody.
In it is my dead body. Its skin is so dry,you can't even cry.

The organs are full of cockroaches. But the history is why it's like this.
Oh,how I miss being a child.
Now there are bloody tissues all over the room.

They have spots of trauma.
I'm sure I lost the spark. My scale of self esteem is black.
 I wore shoes of spikes inside them.

One day I will remake them. Please,grab me some love from the store.
A black rabbit stole all of mine. Now my soul is rotten.
That can't be forgotten. I'm sinking to the bottom.

 I'm gonna drown in tears.
Liziantus-Marantus
Written by Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
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