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Death
I pull her close
But it's too late
The blood slides down her wrist
And off her cold shaking fingers
She was as beautiful as ever
Golden brown hair flowing in the gentle wind
The red reflecting glass grows
Revealing the truth
It's all my fault
A tear falls down her cheek
A tear of blood
I pull her closer
For one last kiss
It's sweet, like blood
I close my eyes
Visions pass before me
Of a time in which we were happy
My eyes open
She's stopped shaking
And I've begun
I hold her closer
I feel a cold consuming her
I hold her tighter
And I never let go.
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