All she wanted

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All she wanted was to taste love
looking into the wide grey heavens
she made rain with her warm tears
wetting the sour earth from within
but nothing grew from it all
only for a lonely seed of sorrow
sprouting from the barren earth
it bore a bitter fruit poison to taste
this she got when love she sought
she cried thunder loud and long
she spat out hail and whirlwinds
it quaked when she fell to the ground
but she was still alone, all alone
nobody heard her song, nobody came
all she had was the bitter black fruit
cold and lifeless in her pale hands
hungry and starving for nought but love
she closed her eyes and took a long bite
in that moment her heart was frozen
and broken to a thousand red pieces
this was not suicide, no it wasn't
make no mistake, it was murder

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