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My lady My dear My darkest persona Comes around When things get rough Too much to handle For me My lady My Shadow of beauty Flips the hand Of her host She comes out When she’s needed the most She’s the ghost Of the woman I have not become yet My lady walks And stalks The roots of my growth She took an oath To arrive when she is needed Now I wait for her arrival

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Published: Mar 9
Time: 1m

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