Clove
I took my time,
Believing that the grass
Would be stained with her blood.
Instead it was mine.
They taught me to be be merciless
And ask for no mercy in return.
I cried for my partner
But if he had saved me,
I could not have forgiven myself.

Clove
I took my time,
Believing that the grass
Would be stained with her blood.
Instead it was mine.
They taught me to be be merciless
And ask for no mercy in return.
I cried for my partner
But if he had saved me,
I could not have forgiven myself.
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