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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Scythe

She sleeps in a bed of roses and thorns
Calm and peaceful she waits,
Yearning for the day when
The sky opens from above and smile at her;
Heaven will wake her, she's sure.
Ending her centuries long dream.

Prompt # 23, Thriller Table

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