Chapter 2

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Princess Milanna:

The water is not so holy anymore

And the mirror is not the same as before

I can still taste the salt upon my lips

As she slowly slips out of my finger tips

Her dreams and visions fill inside my head

Such ecstasy, as she lays by me dead

She awakes in a dream to find she has not died

But somehow she has been changed down inside

This is my affliction

She is my addiction

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