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A rose so sweet
You forgot the thorns
Your blood drips
and you fall on your knees

Because she is a force to be reckoned with
Lust is her ally
Vengeance her fuel
Power in her eyes

She is a hurricane
A whirlwind of passion
Your undoing
Your fall from grace.

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