Eyes like daggers and hair like silk,
How can one resist this new, tempting ilk?
The softest skin, a voice sweet as honey,
Will she fall for you or will she just use you for the money?
Dressed in black, walking around with pride,
It is no wonder she never looks anyone in the eye...
For she has reasons, and reasons that I could not console,
and because of them her body is a mere body without a soul.
High pitch scream, river flowing tears,
all she's ever done is bring more fear.
But even without a soul and without being able to make a decree,
she hides the sorrow and is still somehow a terrible beauty.
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