And when I opened my heart

exposing the bleeding veins

spreading dark gore

with the impression of your name

Though it had shades of gray

and consumed a gory sight

yet it bore hope

for it had your soothing memories

engraved in every breathe

poignant but it oozed fragrance

the world called it a tragedy

but for me

it was a beautiful life

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