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she prepared the room so carefully
to make it such a memorable night the pure white linen placed settings perfect in subdued candles light each candle gently emitting its delicate perfume which very subtly hung in that corner of the room the scene being to her taste in her own unique style she paused for further check surveyed it for a while left quickly lest she had no time to properly dress to her perfection knew just what to wear to enhance her pale pure beauty ready with ample time to spare she fed him like a gourmet each course complementing the next then drew him to her room suggestions of imminent sex making him compliant and easily led; to the white expanse of her gently lit bed where she him dying bleeding out his life from the deep wound from the razor sharp knife thrown on the floor after the deed was done she felt no sense of satisfaction from the fact that she had won sent that unfaithful lover to his deserved fate had no sense of regret which anyway was too late so she sat in her spoiled room drinking her wine all alone until sure of his last breath she made confession on her phone Vote for this poem
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