The Curse Of A Virgin Canvas
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It was only now that I noticed how beautiful she looked; her eyes softly sealed shut and lips just barely parted, how angelic she looked, so calm and forgiving, it was only now in this seemingly never ending moment, that she looked so...peaceful. The youthful flesh color had drained from her calm, expressionless face, much like the very blood from her veins. Such a foul image for one to behold, but yet, somehow it just complemented her exquisite beauty, like a pale, white lily on a grave. I never thought I'd see her this way, my poor, sweet, Annabel...
Yikes.
I'm pulling inspiration from Alesana's 'The Emptiness,' I'll admit, but god I adore it.
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