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This is a poem that I don't really like. Give me your opinion but don't crush it, ok? Thanks 
Bone Queen
Her frail, white body glides
across the snow cold room.
Pale grey eyes watch you,
waiting for something.
An ash grey dress clings to her,
tattered and frayed.
She extends a thin white hand,
reaching for you,
reaching for your heart.
P.S....
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