Nothing more sweet...
Nothing more painful...
Nothing more irreplaceable...
Than those frozen doll lips, on a December's afternoon. She sat there. On a bench... absolutely restless. Her lips..
frozen to the touch, traces of a lover lay rested upon them. A piece of her lover... a piece of her princess, lay
rested alongside the coldest part of her body.. her two, very full winter lips. Bones cold, eyes stone glazed,
and a case of temporary amnesia. None of this was nearly as important as the evidence left behind. The evidence
in which was later pressed up against her in charges.. only to be revoked due to her death.. yes, she died with
her angel by her side. Her princess.. her lover.. her queen.. rested in the crook of her hand; clothed in a ziploc
bag... her lover rested along her nose ring, but traces of it's self falling to those.. those beautiful frozen lips.
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