In the fury of the moment,
I crushed the petals of the flower,
Bleeding scarlet in my hands,
And then wept,
To see it dead,
Like drops of blood,
Spilled across your lap,
Even then your eyes were kind,
And you told me you loved me still,
Even if it was your heart that lay,
Bleeding in the hands,
That are mine.
~Rei Shiori
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