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The Woman with Horns

As the sun sets and the city lights awaken the flesh
She creeps through the intoxicated crowds
With her senses on high for her next victim
Glances turning into long stares filled with hunger
Man cannot comprehend her existence for she is not a creation of this world
A soulless manipulative replicant
Searching to prove her halo is authentic
Only to turn into her final form with those blistering horns men hold onto
Save yourself and turn your third eye away from that
Satin rising up that proximal segment
With no regard for your inner-self
Her seduction will open up your heart
Sharpening those scorching horns to tug it out
Now your soul has vanished
Floating in the ether with those who fell for her persuasion
The day will fade yet again while the city lights set her grand stage
Her hips will continue to sway through another intoxicated crowd
On the prowl for another hopeless victim with her
malign horns hidden in plain sight
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