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Post by Lestat on Mon May 12, 2014 7:57 pm

Beautiful petal,

Falling fast into my crimson puddles.

The bells toll,

Not for you,

But for my soul.

My love is not longing,

Is not lost,

It is nothing.

Every inch of me is touched,

Turning into dust.

Every particle of my Lilly has blown away.

Every pedal except one,

The last one.

My heart stops to watch the pedal run away with the hellish winds.

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