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Mar 2014
Her lips had turned,
A harsh shade of blue,
Her protruding veins,
Deep purple.

"I'm shaking"

She mumbled,
Nervous hand stretched out,
And trembling,
like a wilting flower.

"No wonder"

I thought,
Wrapping my arms,
Loosely around her pale limbs,
Not wanting to catch her chill.
Pushing Daisies
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Pushing Daisies
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