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Her Sweet Death
By Blood of Winter
walking away, I can still smell
your murder on my hands
that touch, your last breath
the only things I can still feel
lush crimson lips
parting with silent questions
smooth porcelain flesh
parting with silent motions
those shaky hands
tangled within burnt autumn hair
a scent of dead roses
tangled within cool nights air
walking away, I can still taste
your sinful desires on my tongue
that sound, your quickened pulse
the only thing I can still hear
*for June*
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© 2006 Blood of Winter
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On Sunday, September 10, 2017, Drea
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wrote:
Have I mentioned how much I miss you? ...because I do.
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On Friday, December 29, 2006, WinterGrave
(258) wrote:
beautiful, dark indeed.~~~Grave
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On Tuesday, May 23, 2006, Aurora_Light
(472) wrote:
*bows* this leaves me with a feeling of awe. the second stanza and the last 2 lines of the third stanza truly allowed me to visualise the words you wrote.
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A former member wrote:
*siigh* You're such perfection.. makes my heart tremble and my spine echo the shivers of my flesh..thank you for re-posting this.. and every intentional thrill I've ever gotten from coming back to read this. ♥.
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On Friday, May 19, 2006, Muse
(57) wrote:
incredibly descriptive, this paints images that my mind not only glimpses, but studies in awe through a glazed window into your world
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