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Claws digging tightly into cold, white flesh-
Ivory skin brushed with hues of darker red.
Tears swell forth, bursting free of their high, stone banks;
Their hidden essence seeping free, staining.
What was once so clean, now is covered with
The dark, dank, stinking earth from ancient graves.
No longer free to touch, the heart tightly bound;
Jaw clenched, muscles tense. The darkness comes in time.

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