The Poets Heart/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Every ache of the poets heart,
Spills ink onto the page that 
rip our souls apart.
Every stroke of the poets pen,
bleeds syllables that make us
feel, time and time again.
Every tear the poet cries,
is shed for us, as his soul dies,
and when the poets writing
 is through,
He hopes you feel that you 
would of loved
her too.

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