Lady of Black,
skin of white,
seeking joy,
and finding
death in its place.
Ripped asunder,
lying in a grassy field,
completely torn in half.
We cry for you,
we weep for you,
and for all eternity,
we will always wonder
who killed you, our
Black Dahlia.
Black Dahlia
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Jester Harlot
, Feb 29 2012 08:40 AM
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