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There was a girl with porcelain skin,

Eyes like flashing opals,

Swirling black hair,

A smile like wildfire and poison,

Her laughter was ringing bells that shook me to my core,

Her love was molten lava flowing through my veins,

One week,

One week where she was mine, and mine alone,

She showed me the beating of her heart, and held my hand while we slept,

For one week I shared her with no one,

I ache, wishing I could have that time again to live over,

No more,

She walks alone now on a path I cannot follow,

A path where I do not belong,

I walk along my own path, and watch her walk on hers,

She turns to me and reaches out across a gulf we cannot span,

I bow my head,

Tears like crystals hit the ground and shatter,

As I remember the girl who stole my soul and made it her own,

On the night she held my hand as we slept.