XII: Halloween

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Orbs that reflects the moon
Like a classic tangled
Her lips were tainted
Her body was full of thorns
As her hair was pitch and endless
Her soul was a fraudulent
Mindlessly haunting chaos
As lethal as death
Yet, she was a mixture
Of the dead poetry and
an unforgotten nightmare.

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