the Belle of New Orleans (gwynne) wrote in hidden_clarity,
the Belle of New Orleans

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time ticks by
I watch it fly
my only friend
about to die
she trusted him
he let her go
she couldn't stand
to be alone
locked away
without a trace
her pale blank face
they'll stitch her up
as best they can
but can't take back
the blood that ran
it filled the tub
and stained my sight
no words can make
this wound heal right
and when I think
of what I've done
and see my scars
no tears will run
the empty part
of my own soul
has bled me dry
now I am whole
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