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[bodytext] => Crossing my fingers To hear the bell of hope Frightening rings the bell I am to run and hide To follow the steps of death To my cradle of pure sin Behind a door is just darkness To hear the sounds of the bells Following me I can’t run from them any longer I must give in I must let them take me Falling to the ground in fear Trying to hide my face Tears leaking out between my fingers Letting the cold take hostage over my fragile body I cannot escape this time of death From my cradle I must fall Let this once so innocent blood run dry [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => pyrofungus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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