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'Let me tell you a thing or two,' he said. She clutched his hand The other clutched her breast. She heaved and wheezed As the universe dropped on her chest, Waiting for the last words She would hear. His lips were devine as they recited a sermon- How good she is, How the world needs her- She watched his perfect eyes Delve into her depths, see through her. He acknowledged her beauty, She didn't hear. She was deaf for those words Her beauty, nonexistent, Her intellect, negligible, Every word he spoke about her Was Unintelligible. All she mumbled with the life left in her: 'How did I deserve you, oh, heaven?'
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Lazarus
'Let me tell you a thing or two,' he said. She clutched his hand The other clutched her breast. She heaved and wheezed As the universe dropped on her chest, Waiting for the last words She would hear. His lips were devine as they recited a sermon- How good she is, How the world needs her- She watched his perfect eyes Delve into her depths, see through her. He acknowledged her beauty, She didn't hear. She was deaf for those words Her beauty, nonexistent, Her intellect, negligible, Every word he spoke about her Was Unintelligible. All she mumbled with the life left in her: 'How did I deserve you, oh, heaven?'
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
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