Ives

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There’s a burning in her eyes,
High necked lace like a poison choker,
Hands around a swan’s throat,
She’s the type who would seduce the entire world, 
Then break its neck,
But even then, she still spits poetry every time she speaks,
Everyone has their curses,
She hides hers in the darkness.
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