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purity calls out to me
now an echo of what has been
take it and hold it dear
watch as it fades, right here
a maiden clothed in white
her mantle stained red
cruel wounds at her wrists
failing breath on her lips
she calls out, only to fail
the nuances are swallowed
choked by the blood rising
vibrant red, staining her chin
only the echo is heard
a bitter hope for the one
who wishes to hear her
impart with dying breath.
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