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by Seraphina She lives blindly, Ignorant to the humanity Others have known since birth. She strikes cruelly, Like the fingers of one tone deaf Attempting to stab a tune on a piano. She renders fear, Fermenting in the minds Of those she's close to. She radiates glamour, A quick alternative To a seemingly unsolvable problem. She seems noble, Offering protectors A courageous way out. But, She can be kind, When a life has been lived And the pain is too much. She lurks. She is immortal. She is death and I hate her, But some day, She will be my best friend. |
