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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red Red as blood that floats across the white bed Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a mile A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet they hold onto the pearl as tight as they can For fear they will lose the love before they bust into black teardrops over the land The land, pure white, untainted and takes the hand of the pearls Pearls laughing silently as they are taken away to the next in swirls Swirls around the beautiful death of their lover and into another victim Victim of their beauty, their smile, their smooth features and fake mask Mask covering their true intentions, the roses bend themselves to do the task The task that were a soft spell cast upon them all even as humans as myself Myself with my neck being kiss by pearls and prick into streams of blood to spill Spill down my neck as I softly sing the lullaby, my blood turning into petals at will Will the dance continue on top of my white casket with my roses and pearls still?
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