My sleeping beauty
Quiet breaths expell from her body
She looks so peaceful and innocent
Her face shows no suffering
She lies so still as if she were a corpse
But still as lively when I open a bag of chips
She truly is quite divine
Her cheeks stained red like a ruby
She truly is my sleeping beauty.
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