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Her fingers like knives cutting into my soul.
She is a frosty lover,and her hands are cold.
The pain is unbearable,but yet i can stand it.
As quickly as it happend,she was gone like the wind.
She is never comeing back.
I must understand,with one hand she took my hand,
and in the other was mine.
This girl is,fate,love,sweet,
and everthing you want her to be.
She has a good heart that only I can make beat.
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