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Apr 16
Dressed in black with mask of gold
Slowly walking towards me
Ice-cold hands that warmth can't hold
A lily made of ebony

Dress made of stars that twinkle brightly
Noiseless walk of nonchalance
Dance with me, her eyes invite me
One can't help but be entranced

Soothing voice that's made of silk
Stories told with flick of hair
My eyes get heavy, so hard to think
As she leads me, beguiled, towards her lair
Written by
Tichozpytec  26/M/Czech Republic
(26/M/Czech Republic)   
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