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My love lies there on the bed waiting for me. She's beautiful. Her skin is the most perfect shade of paleness. Milky white porcelain, softer than any rose's petal. The reddest of lips that need no unnatural paints added to them for they would only detract from the vibrant intensity. Eyes so blue that even the sky in Heaven would falter in comparison. Her face could bring peace to all or destroy every nation. The Sun rises only to look at thee, if not for jealousy there would be no Moon to see. She lies there dead. I killed her.

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    Danielle about 4 years ago

    WOW!

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    Drew Martyn about 4 years ago

    Chillimg ending. In its way, this is a beautiful piece, it very much reminds me of John Donnes live poetry. Great work!

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    Drew Martyn about 4 years ago

    Bugger you, autocorrect, for live read love ;/

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    D.M. about 4 years ago

    Oh jealousy...

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    Brandon Sutton about 4 years ago

    There is a creepy nature to the whole piece that is indiscernible (but it was there at least for me), so the conclusion was surprising--but seemed fitting as well. Good job!

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