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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Saviour

Rating: 5.0
From afar,
I could see his beautiful figure.
My arms trembled slightly as I stretched out my arms,
As if to welcome him
He walked over quietly,
Removing his hat with a gentleman type of gesture,
allowing me to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
Those eyes were so merciless and cold,
Yet they felt so warm.
He embraced me gently,  
As if trying to soothe the fear I had for him.
Ah, he feels so cold...
Yet warm.
A smile slowly creeped up on my face,
As I pressed myself towards him.
He is death.
Angelina Chew
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