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Raizen is a high school student with numerous awards relating to poetry and literature as well as a literary writer for the journalism club.

The crescent moon, above the garden
Upon the place, existed of a beautiful maiden.
Her tainted lips, the eyes that don't exist.
Cloth of red that covers her body,
Which I touch carefully yet graceful.

I took the shovel, with an empty soul.
My courage got lost, as I looked at her.
Expressionless gaze, as the dirt covered my face.
Realizing the sins that I have made.

One last time, I stared at her eyes.
As I buried the truth, that lies ahead.
With my sin, behind my back.

I kept this story hidden, between me and the maiden.
As I am waiting for my retribution to come.

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