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Remorseful sight

"Why why why", I utter
"Die die die", I mutter
Bye bye, see wrist and cutter
Cry cry, close my shutter

Open open open eyes,
void void void and sore,
more more more and more,
Lies lies, don't lie on floor

Ties ties ties the rope
Platter platter platter platter
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter
Hear you someone at the door?

Ceiling ceiling ceiling cries
That warm heart in me dies,
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter
Hear you someone open door?

"How are you? Why open door?"
utters she, then stutter stutter
Her screaming and the tear galore
as my body leaves the floor

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