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Updated on October 6, 2010

He walked quietly along the river,

Thinking about her pale, blue, almond shaped eyes.

Remembering her long, red hair flowing with the wind.

"I love you!" she says in her husky,soft spoken voice.

But, It is all just memory.

The memory of her death flashes in his mind;

Still haunting him beyond all time.

She was found shortly after dawn,

Her face like stone;  in an endless scream.

Her body cold and bloodless, lay in a frozen macabre state

outside the great iron gates of Cemetery Delawire.

No footsteps in or out,

but scrawled in blood next to her was her name

and a pledge of everlasting love for her.


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