𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃

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Her sequined gaze never seems to waver // Flowing in an ocean of velvet that's patterned with bleeding hearts // She's crafted with delicacy yet she craves violence // Her eyes reveal her bruised and battered soul // Lines run down the cracks in her facade // Still she burns with a flame so bright I fear it would turn us to ashes at her feet

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