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Death Box
Death took the girl from me,her plump lips paled,her tan skin dulled,her eyes forever closed,forever her lovely colors locked away.Yet in my mind her pirceing eyes burn it is the dead woman i yern my bestfriend,my worst enemy ,dangerious but meek with angels voice she would speak.My body fluids start to leak.It is me with angels eyes and devils scream the woman in the box is me.
Published 26th Jan 2011
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27th Jan 2011 00:58am
I really like this. I like the way the narrator realizes this epic moment at the last possible moment.
