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A growing collection of poetry. This is where I'm putting it. Death, darkness, love, lust, and all that other fun stuff goes right here.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Chapters: 10 - Words: 849 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 09-23-07 - Published: 05-18-07 - id: 2363595
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In death, her skin was white as snow,
Her lips as red as sin.
Her dress was black, designed to show
Her grace, and just how thin
She was against the winter snow,
Ink-drawn upon the white.
I longed for her, but this I know:
Her love brings only blight.
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