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Dark soul of a Gothic Doll

Here is a poem to mark my glorious return. Enjoy.

Siren of the new world,
Her kiss is vampire’s grin.
Doll faced, deep as an ocean.
In bloom, posed to sin.

Purgatory guardian laments,
Touchdown with the drying rain.
Chess queen, fever dog.
Pale enchantress, full of pain.

Do not enter the fairy trail.
I miss you my puppet master.
Pumpkin Queen, Lady Absinthe.
Tortured soul burning faster.

Hero, my lost puppet master.
I dare you, as it is the season.
After the flame dies away.
I hope you remain my reason.


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