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Where her blessed lips touched my cheek
And the skin beneath her breath, so weak
Is now a silken patch of a secret kiss,
Sewn upon my harsh face, a piece of bliss
Like a Silver Star on a patchwork quilt.
My fingers dance across the bloodstained keys,
Inscribing my happiness onto the screen
Or should I carve them in my skin
With the knife of last year's sins
Shedding my dear dead blood for you.
