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I am a chandelier
Dripping with red lust
Impaled with glass
Piercing through my gut
I am flickering amongst the light
Which is now blinding
My screws are becoming too tight
I am a masterpiece
To my left is my creator
Yet I can only see him
As a traitor
Once I called him dear
But now we are lying corpses
I am a chandelier
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I am a chandelier
Dripping with red lust
Impaled with glass
Piercing through my gut
I am flickering amongst the light
Which is now blinding
My screws are becoming too tight
I am a masterpiece
To my left is my creator
Yet I can only see him
As a traitor
Once I called him dear
But now we are lying corpses
I am a chandelier
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Nice poem
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