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Her Mark

Nakysha

Nov 30, 2014

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Where am I?

Lost at the witching hour my eyes only reveal black.

Found in the day I'm impossible to see

For my maiden has fallen before me

Her flowery scent concealed beneath dirt.

I think of not when it hurt,

But of the Lily that blossomed so beautifully.

The warmth of the palm feeling so fruitlessly.

The chill of a November wind whisking the golden scarf away into the night.

I see a face made of nothing but light,

And my soul belongs to her.

I see the drops that fell from the face of beauty in a blur.894Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡre9aWXS3NU

And she is lighter than a feather

So at last, we lay together

Forever caught in the mystery of the dark,

I will never forget her mark.

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