Hard Poem by Caco Coli

Hard



My hard

Sharpness of knife stab me softly
Blood of myself bleeding badly
With no wound, no sound and no love found
Endless tear with endless dropp of blood, just flood.

Oh! What a perfect pear.
Being chopped into half, got eaten by heartless.
Watery wave washes away that pair.
The dead body, the scenes of bleeding blood, and yet no less.

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