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Lament for the Emaciated Angel

I mourn — 
Beneath her insipid skin laid 
Vein tunnel hollowed 
And beneath anaemic expression, 
Laid a smile withering till slumber 

I mourned a soul departing — 
A soul so garish with love and light 
Under the sun's rays she shone 
A prismatic bliss of polychromatism 

At the end of her devoted performances 
Her branches fractured in bruise and scars 
Trauma beneath the pipeline tunnels and; 
Indentations of infliction by violent hands 

Faintly, her vibrance languished to fall 
Perishing under the weight of life's abuse 
And larghetto into heaven's fáilte

I mourn — 
The one who's time was fleeting yet eternal 
Beneath deathless lights her beauty shone 
Till the next time myself and her would meet 
Once more, I'll have the courage to approach 
And recite what I couldn't have said then 

Her body frail in its struggling grace 
Had never felt gentle hands on its surfaces, 
But with caress I had vowed to have great caution 
When the embrace matured to her beauty fading 
On top of mine — I had allowed weeping aloud 

I mourned — Her body laid rest before my rainfall of sapphires 
Weeping and lamenting in melancholia 
For the emaciated angel in her belle slumber.

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