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Grasps Of Bloodshed
Dry that tear Athena. Please,
my heart can't stand to see your
firm face with that faltering mark.
Bravely rolling down from your cheek
I understand you have known
nothing but war. War energizes your
body deep inside like the
surging sun warms a fresh face.
You are so lost aren't you?
Standing there crying,
thinking there could
be more. More than what you are.
Quick let go from squeezing
my wretched heart.
Go! Sit in the woods to hunt
the rippling howls of the trees.
This will keep you out of the
grasps of bloodshed until morning.
But alas,
you know nothing else and the stirring
in your belly supersedes your mind
and your sensuality.
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