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The black dress lay rumpled
on the bed like a piece of coal,
Its flawed diamond extracted,
and set in a noose,
just left of eternity.

Dustmotes settled
over the scene
in the early morning
rays of sun,
and were captured
in its inky folds.

The creaking of
the rope and beam,
the soft swaying
of flesh exited,
and a single red rose
removed from his grave,
painted a stilled life.

The rose lay snagged
across the black puddle
of her last fashioned statement.

She could not live without him
and so she vacated the flesh
that denied his touch.

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