As she thought of him,
she closed her eyes,
and bit her lip,
now salty wet,
She ran her fingers,
along her shelves,
until she found,
The sharp cold blade,
and opened her eyes,
To gaze into;
it's merciless reflection,
Where she saw a face,
with red rimmed eyes,
outlined with,
The deepest black,
which was running down,
Her porcelain skin,
and she stared at this,
Her blackened eyes,
and Carved Love into Her Arms.
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