by Unknown
May 2011 262 Views 2 comments
Embellished
She proudly laced his soul around her neck
As if it was a silken scarf.
Carefully placing each edge in its proper,
It tickled her skin in the wind,
And she cried.
Hanging helplessly from his noose
She became limp,
And he took her once again.
As if it was a silken scarf.
Carefully placing each edge in its proper,
It tickled her skin in the wind,
And she cried.
Hanging helplessly from his noose
She became limp,
And he took her once again.
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Posted: May 2011
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