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Time to time It wonders by Without a breathe It reeks of death. Cloaked in red But dark as black. As his hands clasp To his partners grasp, Tight as death. He appears at the door And at her bed, to glimpse at her To entwine His finger along with hers. As she breathes her final breathe He sheds his only tear As he stares At her demise.

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Jun 10, 2015

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Notes: This is a rough draft, it's not quite there yet, but thanks for reading. Hopfully you enjoyed it.

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