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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Gray Bride - Cecile's Murder
[time] => 2004-11-04 20:49:11
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[bodytext] => It was quiet, that somber day Cecile sat dazedly in front of her computer, She playfully fiddled with her purple glasses Click after infinite click made her work tense Creaks from rusty hinges secrete from wooden doors She was alone, in her monstrous Victorian mansion A violet cup of steaming tea scalded next to her I don’t believe it; I didn’t see this tragedy coming Had it only been, a blissful week after her marriage If only we’d known of this grim fate that was ahead of her Those people who had lethally plotted this, Wanted her so painfully dead As her frail fingers wrapped strongly around her cup Slowly she raised it up to her rosy lips The hot steam burned her tender lips Wild Berry tea rapidly rushed to her mouth Searing hot tea venomously traveled down her smooth throat The drink itself was laced with a choking poison It shockingly closed her throat, shortening life-giving air I remember, I gagged with burgundy blood What little breath she had, was innocently taken away She was there on the waxed floor, sprawled, In her lush, gray dress Cecile was later laid to rest, in the grave of betrayal [comments] => 3 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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