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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Her long ebony locks tickle the floor She looks at her eyes, then grooms herself more. One hundred strokes through her sleek black hair While she poses straight in her vanity chair. A splash of crimson on her flushed pale skin Her lips reveal her deadly sin. The moonlight highlights her broken shell Her cold, dry eyes know only time will tell. She slowly rises, giving one look more Then hesitates as she shuts the door. She stops for a moment to soak up the silence And thinks of the hatred, the selfishness and violence. She continues on with her only escape She turns off the lights and closes the drapes. She readies herself for her final defeat She had lost the battle and must now retreat. Wearing her pearls and her laced-up gown She crawls into bed and lies herself down. “Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep..” The gleaming dagger targets her breast Her heart beats violently beneath her chest. Almost there, a small distance more Her arm stops quickly, sparing the gore. Laughter arises from the floor below The voice of a boy; a young, pure fellow. She opens her eyes, in shock and in fear That she’d almost lost someone very dear. She closes her eyes yet once again She says a prayer and an “amen”. Her obligations consume her heart More so than the wish to part. She thought about love, kindness and care Life is a blessing, not meant for despair. We are all attached, like branches on trees And we are all rooted like weeds in the breeze.
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