memories of him haunt her at night
like needles pricking her skin
marking every memory
like a tattoo;
grief broke her,
death took away her soul,
ruined her chances of normalcy
and left her with a quicksand heart;
she misses his warmth
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Arsonist's Lullabye
PoetryShe was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]
