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NO


Her body degraded like sand

thousand pieces of her soul taken 

when one word could have solved it all

her hands became his in a matter of seconds

her blood became his in a number of ways

Her chest now buried six feet underground 

because no wasn't a word for him

no didnt exsist in his vocabulary

so no didnt exsist in her obituary 

 

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