eve

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silken white trailing

adorned in gold

she roams the hallways

seeking vengeance

quick to judge

slow to forgive

trust once lost

is lost forever

no need for validation

she seeks no affection

her scent jasmine

her skin copper

celestial and surreal

must be an angel

but you evoked her fury

now she spreads like hellfire

battle scars and blemishes

she whispers a curse in violence

your wings burn black

your eyes turn dark

and you dissolve into oblivion

now not even she recalls your face

for you have fallen from grace

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