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Beauty and Malice
Calling into the silence,
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
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