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RichardCowen — Glamour
Published: 2013-06-19 06:17:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 189; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Her dress was woven from the hair of lost children;Her smile the white of their bones as she swept across the hall.
‘You love me,’ she said as we danced
And I lost myself in her eyes.
Her skin was death white, hair as black as her heart
And shining with starlight.
‘I love you,’ I said.
She held me tight and we whirled through the throng.
Lords and colonels and princesses whisked by,
Unseeing, laughing behind pantomime masks.
‘You do love me,’ she said, lips brushing my neck.
Above me, the chandelier spun, glittering diamonds.
Or shards of glass suspended,
Ready to fall.
She kissed me.
