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She smiled a smile
Of her brilliant diamond teeth and garnet lips.
She sways her head back, closing her eyes,
In a laugh so perfect like the melody of the wind.
Her hair twisted into a neat mess,
Raven locks scattteredly held together.
"Oh look, how her hand waves at that passer- by,
Oh look how she sways
like a weeping willow."
"Oh sure, she is that harlot,
One whom everybody dreams of..."
But who knows, perhaps her own dreams were stolen?
"Look at that glinting band on her hand,
Seems like another knight is sacrificed to her charm.
They say the last two were too just the same,
Rich, powerful and so deeply in love,
That who could have known, their hearts were weak..."
"Oh I remember how night rained from her eyes then,
I wonder how stars up there are shining again."
The harlot turned and smiled a smile,
Her smile too perfect to be natural.
Her makeup so perfect,
That the purple bruised cheek,
Blushed like a withered red rose.
Her now dry eyes gleaming so bright,
That the circles of crescent lilith under them,
Too shined like a bright full moon.
Oh she looked so alive,
But who knew she was dead inside?
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