eyes burn like fire
clogged with blue
smeared with red
veins pulse with a
slow heartbeat
purple trails
on pearl white skin
hair like ink so black
roughly scribbled
a hand so frail
that once held yours
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cxxxix. death's palette
eyes burn like fire
clogged with blue
smeared with red
veins pulse with a
slow heartbeat
purple trails
on pearl white skin
hair like ink so black
roughly scribbled
a hand so frail
that once held yours
