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Death- Death she died today At least that's what i heard them say Cripled comatose choking in her humble hotel bed holding her so heavy with death. It was black. It was the same black. Black- the color of her hair running over the blue spider veins scrawled over her shoulders Wax skin. White snow. Shiver stiff. Blood still stained on her scarlet lips. Charcoal ashes still smudged On her sleeping lids How beautiful Death is. Swollen with child So slightly roused and riled Smothered and strangled A suffocated dead cry from the blue never born baby inside. This is Beauty. We come to witness a sacrifice to memory
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