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Sep 2013
He felt her presence everywhere
She watched his every move
But She was gone no more was She
His dark side disapproved

One half hated, much like herself
The other filled with glee
The two halves fighting all the time
And all because of She

His double-self entranced her thoughts
She clung to every word
The danger carried her away
Like songs from dying birds

He’s on his knees proposing love
She simply answers “yes”
The darkness is opposing it
It’s all a ****** mess

Her body lies on Winter’s floor
Observing from the sky
She left our world and can’t come back
Now all She does is fly

Blood flows gently on this cold morn
Other emotions flee
But love She had for half that man
The one that’s filled with glee

We’re all alone, the light and dark
The innocent with glee
Stuck with the man inside his head
For I am the carcass called She
Wrote this a few years ago. Still just as proud.
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