Your Heart
Swaying gently in the breeze,
Your face so pale,
Why don't you sleep?
Drenched in red,
Your clothes so dirty,
Why don't you wash?
Eyes wide and staring,
Your face so fearful,
Why don't you stop being scared?
Oh I see why!
You're still wearing my gift!
It's right where I left it,
Right through your heart!
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