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A dozen chains hang from her neck,
Rings on every finger and black from head to toe,
A face so pale against her crimson lips,
Spikes attached to her small neck,
Hair pulled back into a tight bun,
Shoulders so smooth I wish to caress,
Her beauty excedes any girl I've met,
Darkness and smiles intertwine in her mind,
Her brown german eyes vague under her dark eyeshadow,
Her short plaid skirt fills out her petite form,
With black stockings and boots framing her faint skin,
Her pure soul never dares to spill impurities,
Goes to church every Sunday and stays drug free,
Just don't understand why she seems like a poser,
Her fishnets and darkness make her seem so empty,
I wear the same occasionally,
But she's got her pure blood,
And I have mine stained with sin,
Blue eyes meet brown and I smile at her dark beauty,
She smiles back and I float away.
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