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She lay,

She just lay

Next to me,

I read,

and she just kept looking up,

That’s all the moment had.

But, I never found the characters

Never saw their faces…

All I could see were hers,

While the heroine danced, I felt her move,

While the hero kissed,

I felt her lips smelling of cigars,

While the villain stabbed,

I felt her digging her nails to the soil…

And all she did was sit… gazing…

She didn’t blink,

Not once did she blink…

Not one word came out of her,

Not even when her mouth was full of maggots,

Not even when her skin turned from milk to mould…

For so I loved her,

She was told not to speak…

The last I heard her moan,

When I slit her open...