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liebestod, for we love death
his 
 eyes
 
 
 (eyes are the mirror to your soul.)
 
 dark—
 ink running down blank parchment;
 ashes smouldering in the fireplace;
 shadows thrown onto cracked pavement;
 eyes that talk. 
 
 
 
 whispering,
 
 “sell me your soul.”
 
 her 
 lips
 
 
 (from her lips a new world grew.) 
 
 pale—
 bare branches of a white birch tree;
 the ocean waves at an ivory sunset;
 smooth porcelain on a priceless sculpture;
 those silent lips.
 
 
 
 trembling,
 
 she paints his portrait in shades of gray,
 
 and it is beautiful.

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