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By Paramour13, Morris, OK

You’re infected,
Hollows your veins,
Stopping your heart,
Running its course;

It’s changing you,
We can clearly see it,
Blood on your hands,
And it isn’t yours;

And your eyes,
Black as coal,
Used to shine so,
But not like this;

Not anymore,
And never again,
Because that blood,
The blood is his;

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