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My demise

this sweet maiden
her loveliness my demise
the scent of her like a drug
taking me higher and higher
the damned soaring up to heaven

she thinks I'm beautiful and virtuous, like an angel
how little does she know
her innocence tormenting me
loving her kills me


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