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Livid Beauty
Seen from afar, looming beneath the stars
Her burning tears fall in slow, searing drips
Dark'ning bruises silhouette into scars
From metallic puddles into red lips
Her pale skin bathed in a nasturtium bed
Wounds are filled with sands of an hourglass
Surely she is the sweetest smelling dead
Though she is still as the dark, solemn grass
My sweet paradise in purgatory
Embracing the blist'ring brink of the mourn
My heart's benevolent eternity
Kissing the onslaught of a lonely storm
Be my forever, dear livid beauty
Stale and stagnant, my dear livid beauty
Her burning tears fall in slow, searing drips
Dark'ning bruises silhouette into scars
From metallic puddles into red lips
Her pale skin bathed in a nasturtium bed
Wounds are filled with sands of an hourglass
Surely she is the sweetest smelling dead
Though she is still as the dark, solemn grass
My sweet paradise in purgatory
Embracing the blist'ring brink of the mourn
My heart's benevolent eternity
Kissing the onslaught of a lonely storm
Be my forever, dear livid beauty
Stale and stagnant, my dear livid beauty
Published 15th Aug 2010
| Edited 28th Sep 2010
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