Beauty in Death
Limp blonde hair falling in her eyes
Parted red lips releasing a sigh
Her skin looked like porcelain
As the cold began to set in
A sense of freedom in her eyes
Even though they were no longer dry
A shudder ran through her body
As she let out one last breath
And I thought, "There is beauty, even in death."
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