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Feb 2010
His heavy boots step onto the snow with a crunch.
Stopping, he gazes down at her beauty frozen in the Winter;
A perfect red rose held forever in her hand.

Golden tresses iced with death's sweat
Spread around her face; a mask, a headdress ...

He sighs and walks away.
(c) Lady D'Los February 2010
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Lady D'Los
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