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Hanging off a memory

Once upon a delirious night, sat a girl lost and thoughtful,  

A lover of Time, a killer from crime
Her thoughts reflect in her shadows so fine
The bare walls trigger
All that she hides inside
 She giggles to herself
As she strolls in those lies

As her thoughts delicately dance
And they delicately glide
She lets her joy decorate
Her simple eyes

From a moment of felicity
Comes misery with a bribe
That has her frown
And dares her to pull out her knife

Her sweetened eyes grow wilder and wide
Her thoughts now dance a violent style
Straight from the abyss her devil does rise
And the grip of her knife
Tightens so neatly, and unkind

She stares at him stern
As he stares back at her, sly
Jeering at her
Echoing the agony of her life

Her scream brings a shiver down every ones spine
As she rose from her chair
Charging to stab him, blind
And as the knife slides through his chest, she smiled
Looking at his now helpless
Oh his helpless little eyes

“That’s the end of you”
She murmured, “in my life”
"THAT’S THE END OF YOU”  
was all that she cried.  

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