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5d
My heart once on a plate
Now high
Hanging up like clothes
My body lifeless
My face purple
My soul gone taken
The black, people wear has a meaning
The crying is a sign
The things they say standing
On the podium
The casket closed they can’t
Stand to see
The person that lays there
Part 2 of the rope
Written by
Juniper
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