The Dagger's Kiss
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The Dagger's whisper call her name,
Reminder her of fleeting fame.
Each day she wakes, the air turns gray,
A soul once pure, now led astray.
She stands, a queen, but never whole,
The crown, the dagger- two parts of her soul.
The throne of power, the throne of grief,
Both cradle her, but none bring relief.
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