"I think we deservea soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough." —Nikka Ursula
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Her Hands Will Embrace Your Throbbing Throat /
Her smile will level you
Quite like her big green eyes
Nestled unassumingly behind
Her fluttering lids
But her hands will embrace
Your throbbing throat and squeeze
Until your lips turn blue
And your memories of her
Dissolve into the blinding stench
f dreams unrealized.