Shadows,
Ashes,
Hands are bound
By red sashes.
Dust,
Starlight,
Must we love
With all our might?
Blood,
Tears,
How shall we get by
The new few years?
Brain,
Heart,
A mother that tries
To rip us apart.
Scars,
Bruises,
I’m nothing,
Simply useless.
Gunshots,
Silence,
We go through anything
To make our love win.
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