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SUICIDE SHAKESPEARE

Such marking upon her,
decorations that adorn her skin.
See you not the dedication of her soul?
Cry not foul gentles,
but gaze in wonder at the jewels of ink
so deeply cut.

See her flesh embraced in silver,
seeking any perch of which to be near.
Be it upon her lips stealing a kiss,
upon her waist seeking to hold her
and upon her ear to whisper its adoration.

Call her not an aberration,
Hold thy tongue if seeking to besmirch.
Gaze in wonder oh eyes so blind,
that visions of beauty might offend.

Sid