The skull asked
As the lady turned
How came you here?
I will not be spurned
It's rude to peer
Up a lady's dress
Unless you ask
You meatless mess
The eyeless skull exclaimed
I did not would not look
Without
Being ashamed
The pastel paint
Blushed
And apologized
then she hushed
Why are we here?
I am dead
You glow with beauty
Where's the common thread?
The owner of here
Without consent
Placed beauty by a skull
Contradiction to the extreme extent
Enjoy our time
We'll never know
What pieces she keeps
Or what she will throw
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