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The frigid air

shakes her to the core

as snow falls around her

melting in her auburn curls..

his hands grip her tightly

leaving bruises

she cries out in pain and

runs frantically to the house.

a sharp pain fills her as

she slices through her wrist.....

her blood spots the floor,

staining like cherry juice,

her lips move

trying to scream.....

her lover fades as her mind goes blank,

all the rough kisses,

the bruises left on her delicate body....

she opens her eyes as the sun shines,

she sits with her great-grandfather,

smiling and laughing,

looking down at her lover....

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