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The Line

They stared and pointed fingers as they laughed at me
The onlookers had no sense of emotional empathy
They watched the agonist die as they turned her into poetry
The lines they wrote drew blood and art
And split into two, her aching heart
She poured out darkness from her calligraphy pen
And was destined never to ever smile again

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