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The Kiss (Of Death)

Her eyelashes kissed her cheeks

As gentle as butterfly wings

Her lips were painted a soft pink

As they looked normally

And her cheeks were pinker than her pale face usually was

And I thought to myself, all dressed in black,

That she was too beautiful to be dead

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