XIIIREVENGE
"Yes, she is deadAnd what more can be said?"Those were the words you left for me to useBut I refuse—Proudly you ask to beKept in simplicity.Only—revenge is mine—I'll kill you with a shrine,Festooned with all the gleaming words that hideYour meaning and offend your pride.You see, I'm still your thief,A beggar of belief.And I can steal from youA million lies made true.
She was so beautiful! If you must knowHer body darted, but her smile was slow,Her eyes dissolved into a hidden glow,A burning lining of eternal snow.You who liked words untrimmed and stark and plain,Who really thought that vanities were vain,
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