A small poem after finishing Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet. Mind you, it has nothing to do with the plot of the play, just the language.

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Macabre flower

deliciously inviting

falls upon the prick

of midnight,

whom kisses away

the crystal droplets

glistening with the shine

of a thousand stars

emptying light

falls upon dawn's head

and so conjures up

new life.

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Comments? Would be loved.