Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

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Lack of knowledge
the way he was born.

Raised in hell
before falling the well.

He met a girl
oh, she was his world.

But, he let her go
through the low

Unintentionally threw-
away he goes

Sad to think
in a blink…

My world
away from me

In the shadows
bringing light

He was there
my, oh, mine.

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