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The Dark Dark End This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

By Luckystar78, London, United Kingdom

You look at me
Your fingers encrusted with ruby
And your eyes inflamed with pain
A face where once a smile had lain

Your lids; closed
Your touch cold
Lips icy
And hands that fold.

The eyelashes; tender
The lines all but disappeared
Skin pale
And death that has recently appeared.

Your hair is gold
As I remember
Your soul purged
Into the dying ember

So spread your wings
In the knowledge you were
My lover
My friend
Until your dark dark end.




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