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You are a Gypsy Queen Fashioning the hearts of your victims directly on your sleeves Pick up your trinkets, jewels, and memories Travel the underworlds looping through centuries You are my Gypsy Queen Dance, lady dance, look at me A body made of untouched clay slithering within my quiddity Posthumously, oblivion seeks to dance with me A ballet of mortal divinity Pierce through my vengeance last I must grieve Your borrowed light loaned to enlighten me Smile through your stone-chiseled teeth An unfortunate commoners sovereignty Thou art mine own to thieve You are my Gypsy Queen
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Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
Gypsy Queen
You are a Gypsy Queen Fashioning the hearts of your victims directly on your sleeves Pick up your trinkets, jewels, and memories Travel the underworlds looping through centuries You are my Gypsy Queen Dance, lady dance, look at me A body made of untouched clay slithering within my quiddity Posthumously, oblivion seeks to dance with me A ballet of mortal divinity Pierce through my vengeance last I must grieve Your borrowed light loaned to enlighten me Smile through your stone-chiseled teeth An unfortunate commoners sovereignty Thou art mine own to thieve You are my Gypsy Queen
Avgoustos
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Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
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