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Jun 2017
Her pale skin is painted with blood,
And her mouth had the most twisted grin.
As she stood over the body,
That was once her lover.
She felt Jealousy, Anger but no sadness.

The clock on the wall ticks
As time goes by.
Tick. Tick. Tick.

Time sure flies when your killing time.
Written by
JungJin
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