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perched on your royal throne

pearls adorn your neck

diamonds in your hair

survey

the hawk of the humans

sharp cruel eyes.

toxic laugh.

you pity me

you stone cold witch

I pity you

you stone cold witch

let your hair down

let yourself breath

you stone cold witch

one day you will know

what I know

your pearls are meaningless

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