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Odette

Gold gilt mirrors  
and lots of art  
silky robes,  
beaded scarfs  
rubys and emeralds  
graced her hands  
at her feet layed half a man,  
he wept and sobbed  
made a mess on the floor  
she got up, she couldn't  
take the noise anymore,  
he reached for her as she left  
and that was the last time  
he would see his dear, sweet, Odette.
 
She didn't go out the door,  
it was the window.  
 
Written by nikkimoe
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