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  • She kissed me slowly, gently,
    We stood surrounded by peonies.
    Vaguely thought, "my favorite flower"
    Warm sun fell on our cheekbones,
    her hair positively shone.
    The sky was too blue,
    the grass to green.
    My lips parted, she stepped back,
    met my gaze for one
    Lacrimosa dies illa.

    She turned on her heel,
    strode ten paces.
    Fired three shots into my chest.
    The fall was too long, my eyelashes kissed the dirt.
    The too bright sun shone, obscured by no clouds,
    as my mottled blood stained the
    Dona eis requiem.
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