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But most things are clear,
We are all human,
But getting killed in the process,
All buildings have to rise,
But every brick can be broken.

I wipe the blood,
But I still see red,
Against greater opposition,
But I have no weakness,
A gift to my beloved,
But she is no longer with me,
I cry every day,
But I do not care.
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Intervento
Date: Tuesday, 7th June 2011 @ 03:57:33 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: MattHolcombe

I am drenched in blood,
But most things are clear,
We are all human,
But getting killed in the process,
All buildings have to rise,
But every brick can be broken.

I wipe the blood,
But I still see red,
Against greater opposition,
But I have no weakness,
A gift to my beloved,
But she is no longer with me,
I cry every day,
But I do not care.

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