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Jan 2018
my heart is all but beating today,
my lips are parted, cold, and numb.
my person scattered, now a scarlet array.
my love confused, utterly dumb.

what a life I wanted to share with you.
Dear God I pray it was not in vain.
such a life I dreamt might've never come true,
now my crimson tears stream out of these veins.

The eternal smell of alfalfa and cover
greets me with a sweet hello.
forgive me, my love, now our future is over.
My shadow will tempt you but you must say no.

Say no if it asks you to keep me company,
For I know your fate is not so bleak.
if you miss me, just visit my willow tree,
and forgive me, my love, that I was weak.

The Reaper's siren, I always repressed.
a wreath of baby's breath is my new halo.
my hands lay crossed above my breast.
revolver taken away along with the blood from cephalo-

Ethereal light transfixed on her figure.
this melancholy serene where life and death meet.
The name, Evangeline, carved of Ligure
her wedding veil now her winding sheet.
Written by
Olivia Ventura  19/F
(19/F)   
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