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Caesar

She dances;  
and the world's delusional. They  
don't know it  
but they dizzy  
their every sensible inclination to her  
advisory.
 
 
   
She smiles;  
at such fantastical defences, vices fall. They  
don't know it  
speaks of their character  
- with dull expressions, they stay, as weak  
as they seem.  
 
 
 
She moves wearily;  
an ageing princess. They  
don't know it  
but a princess once  
in your presence is not to be  
tampered with.  
 
 
"He came;  
he saw,  
she conquered."

He bruised.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 6th May 2011
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