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Thursday, November 7, 2013

In the darkest of nights,
she appeared with a smile,
even in the faint moonlight,
she shone bright...

'the face of an angel'
he must have quoted,
seeing not the silver
her pale hand held...

and so before the sun rose
stabbed he was
and when the cold hard ground
embraced his corpse
'but you were my savior'
was all he spoke..

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