I wrote something in onelinecreative

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But now I want to edit it... So the new version is here:

The heart never knows what comes
It moves forward, loving
Giving all it can
Until a knife in the dark
Pierces through beating flesh
And all the love falls

Crimson rain

Just as the clouds never expect it,
when it rains
And fade away into nothing
The heart never expects it,
when it breaks
And wants to fade away

Clouds are always re-formed
Sometimes the same water,
sometimes different,
they always return to rain again

But can a heart, broken, be re-made?
Can flesh once rended be healed?
Can blood once spilt return?
Can love truly be that strong?

As long as the heart still beats, there is hope.

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Thank you Sam :)