beneath these ribs

Broken and batteredÂ
Mirrors all shattered
keepsakes of heavens pride
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Bones that break
Her voice does shake
For tears she never cried
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Walls that talk
Shadows that walk
Tongues that always lied
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Flowers of black
Bags to pack
For one hell of a lonely ride
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