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It's too late for a visit
Goodnight then, Snow Angel
With no resolve and no defense
All black and blue and senseless

She suddenly spawned, the next morning,
A most welcoming grin with her body
Of which dimensions I've studied
From the first moment
It was casted upon me, her grace

My hair turned white and thin
While I lied and stared and peered
And gazed and gaped and awed
While she ate my beating heart,
Carved her name onto my chest
And left me there to die
Written by Rag_Brother
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