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Pale
White
fists clenched tight
a tension in the jaw
disturbance displayed, raw
Pale
weak and frail
as fear takes overview
unsure of what to do
Ghostly
as one would be mostly
standing still and in place
distortion of features on the face
Wan
unlike the beauty of a swan
no desire to express
no heart to possess
Milk
no longer soft as silk
the sheets have been stained
only red has remained
Fair
breathing in cold air
sullen eyes sink into their spot
maggots, decay join in the rot
Transparent
as if that weren’t apparent
color cannot be easily painted
as feelings remain tainted
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