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This is death

Piercing cries of your baby as he slits its throat.
Salty tears on your lips when you know he has taken his last breath.
The fresh smell of crisp flowers scattered upon his coffin.
Bright red flames as her body is turned to ash.
The sharp knife gliding across your smooth skin.
Written by lonely_litle_girl
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