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Candle light shines

off the water

open eyes sparkle

rose colored lips

form a sorrow

filled frown

tear streaks

emphasize

pale cheeks

a white rose

fallen to the floor

wax is pouring over

spilling onto the

counter, the

light is turned off

the candle light

dances off of

her beautiful face

and across the

slightly redened walls

the only sound in

this sad silence

is dripping.

The dripping

of water from

the faucet

ripples drift across

red water

distorting her beauty

twisting and swirling

laid back and

stuck, her eyes

lifeless and cold

rose colored lips

now dry and rough

beauty now sad

and bewildered

life now gone

and forgotten

pain now only a

memory.

A memory now

stricken by

rose thorns

and razor blades.