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She failed to tremble,
was what first caught his attention.
She never shook,
never shivered in apprehension,
and the deadly weapon,
now hanging in suspension
was merely
an extension of her glowing complexion,
for she seemed
sharper than the sharpest knife
And quicker
than any form of life,
Yet she was
still,
so terribly, terrifyingly
still.
Until she turned around
and he saw her.
Dearest Tasha,
he saw her,
and there was no such thing
as freewill.
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Napoleon
Poetry❞he swore he'd let her kill him a million times and a million more before he laid a finger on a single thread of the dress she wore.❞ [©2016PO]
