Perfect Death
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Crimson Love
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Burning kisses,
are stabbed upon a fragile heart,
Weak, and feeble,
Blood runs as the blade,
enters and leaves,
sad eyes,
stare at the one,
wielding the weapon,
If only I was blinded,
by such perfection
only this death,
only this moment,
as her hand comes closer to my heart,
I feel the euphoria,
of touch.
I finally feel,
what I longed for,
the final goodbye,
by the hand that loved me.
The perfect death,
and the perfect farewell,
the only ending,
That truly is perfection.
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