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His "Trophy"
Lips that are dry.
Eyes that once cry.
They stare out vacantly.
Half-closed.
Love and passion exposed.
He smiles gently
as he kisses the lips that once said so much.
Words she can say are no more.
The eyes that yearn for love
have been taken by the sadistic glove.
Her hair hanging lifeless as her soul.
Black as the freshest hot coal.
Cheeks that were once warm
have turned cold like an angry storm.
He puts her back in his "display."
As he presses replay,
to recall all his memories.
He closes the display case
as if it is the final touch.
Yet, it was as if her eyebrows has some sort of emotion on its own.
Filling the eye sockets with something more.
As she stares straight with disgust at his ability to ignore.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers

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