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yesternight’s pale dream
of a lamented maiden
skin frigid to the touch

her putrefied necrosis
veiled by serene opaque
so white it blinds my eyes

her face of porcelain awakens
and stares deep into me
she sees my plight and anguish

and so begins a song angelic
her lips against my ear

we both fall into lament
and weepingly decay

— The End —