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Fragile

Fragile and pale,
Her skin like a veil
Reflecting the glow of the sun.
As she spoke in a whisper
I kissed her, hoping that she wouldn't run.

One single tear
Rolled down past her ear,
Her eyes looked hollow and sad.
My words started to crumble
Into a jumble, yes she was driving me mad.

Sitting for hours
With her mystical powers,
I'd become deeply intoxicated.
Rational thoughts left my head,
Fear had fled, now totally emancipated.

She came to me,
So all others could see
That every ounce of her, every bone,
Even her mouth and the white skin
She was in, was meant just for me, alone.