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The Dame stands before me,
droplets of sorrow falling
from her eyes
A sad, vulnerable beauty...
But little did I know that she
was a delicate calamity
whose body is made from
screams of the howling
oceans
A false crown made from
a long dead sun
Eyes as cool and cold
and cunning as a viper
And a heart long since
barren
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
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The Dame stands before me,
droplets of sorrow falling
from her eyes
A sad, vulnerable beauty...
But little did I know that she
was a delicate calamity
whose body is made from
screams of the howling
oceans
A false crown made from
a long dead sun
Eyes as cool and cold
and cunning as a viper
And a heart long since
barren
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