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Mar 2016
The clock strikes midnight,
she is not dead.
My life hangs in the balance,
so it is said.

Fair Isamae has a still,
beating heart.
I must stop it,
and do my part.

I do try,
I must.
For I will not fall,
for her lust.

Stealth,
is key.
To destroy her,
before she destroys me.

I step before her,
fear in her eyes.
Do it! (My head screams).
Though they are all,
lies.

I can't.
I won't.
Though I may die too.

Fair Isamae,
I love you.

I let her take off,
to her sanctuary.
Even though- In the near future,
I will be laid in the...
*mortuary.
-Paradox-
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   Rhet Toombs and PJ Poesy
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