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Dear...

This is a creepy/horror poem I just wrote.  I got inspired from reading Gothic novellas from the 19th century.  So here goes.  I hope you like it.

Dear,

I write to you to inform you of my demise.
You may have heard the news from a friend that I had passed- my life sufficed.
(Or have you?  You never cared enough to bother while I lived.)
You made me so blue
I cut myself when I think of you.
One day soon, very soon, you will beg
I'll carve my name on your leg
So that you'll never ever forget
the day you decided that I'm your pet - I'll make you regret.
Yes I'm already dead my dear,
Though I cannot rest for I want you near.
I love you - always have, always will...
Whilst I know this is a love to kill.
Quick! See who is at the door knocking
Don't try to run I'm outside waiting....

from Leia's beautiful mind to my Dearest... 06/30/12

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