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Miss "D"


I remember the day, I remember it all It was a rainy day. The sun took cover behind the clouds, I guess it knew my fate. The Clacking of her hills, All I hear as she approaches the room Deep breath, calm down you prepare for this, I envelop myself in a blanket of self deceit. The door opens, She stands at the entrance of the room. Her eyes, void of empathy. Her look slowly pulls away my blanket of deceit. Till all that remains is my naked truth "I'm not ready!" I shout, She smiles and says with a subtle voice "no one can help you now" Readings on the EKG starts to deteriorate as I reminisce on my past life. Closer, Closer she draws to my death bed Taking my soul with judas' kiss.
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