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Her fate was far worse than death Fused to that ancient tree An inseparable mass of delicate skin And fragile bones Like a macabre piece of art Was she displayed in those dark woods Her exposed ribcage showing A bright red heart Eternally pumping blood Into a pool beneath the tree Her skin pale white And a sly smile on her face Her deep green eyes Enjoying every moment of her torture
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
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Her fate was far worse than death Fused to that ancient tree An inseparable mass of delicate skin And fragile bones Like a macabre piece of art Was she displayed in those dark woods Her exposed ribcage showing A bright red heart Eternally pumping blood Into a pool beneath the tree Her skin pale white And a sly smile on her face Her deep green eyes Enjoying every moment of her torture
hadrian-veska
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
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