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A wind whips through my soul as she weaves through the mists Her great black wings mask a smile about her lips Perception beats Truth Pretty little nightmare come to play Her claws painted to match her intentions Swooping down from the clouds ...

A wind whips through my soul

as she weaves through the mists

Her great black wings mask

a smile about her lips

Perception beats Truth

Pretty little nightmare come to play

Her claws painted to match her intentions

Swooping down from the clouds

to tear hearts asunder

and soar 

ever more

restless in their selfishness.

 

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