tonight, I’m stunned, not with pain, but with love
first time in my life
it’s called a mortal wound
to live, I’m struck with life, a clash on soul, knew none but strife, now to love, but care for death as she cares for my life
who now do I live, not die someone who cares now I know what life is, but know not the answer, why?
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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