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Here inside are the words
that wear shadows
still as the memory
left behind, my
red inked heart.
Gone it was but not away
what has passed and
what's to come,
drifted words learn to talk
-As for the innocence;
I murdered-

Beneath the clouds the dawn is new-
Many are the tears falling in silver dew
-after the anger departs.