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My Bloody Valentine “Smile.” That was What he said. Our first meeting, And I could never Forget every detail -- Held them deep inside my heart. I fell in love that very day. Colors and hearts wherever I look; A feeling so great, like riding on clouds. But in an instant, all of it shattered. Betrayed, used, fooled by the one I loved! How? Why? I never understood. Yet nothing else matters now… I've taken my revenge! Yes, as you lay there; Broken, lifeless, Bloodied up On the Floor. Line Count: 20 lines... "Count Up" --The first line has one syllable, and one syllable is added with each line until the last and tenth line contains ten syllables. --Rhyme may be used, but is not required. "Count Down" --The first line contains ten syllables, and each line drops one syllable until the tenth line has only one syllable. --This can be a great form to use with a humorous twist, although humor isn't necessary.
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