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ect.</p><p id="33c3">There were times she could be kind These’er getting fewer and far between, If you’ve wronged her in any way You’ve been listed as sordidly mean.</p><p id="2d13">Her trophies are her prized possession As she mounts them around her soul, Torturing them all as she sees fit Giggling insanely with the lives she stole.</p><p id="842d">Her favourite haunt is the old graveyard Where she reads the stories of the past, Knowing she’s the last one remembered Lingering on, as her choices are cast.</p><p id="106f"><i>Thank you for reading</i></p><p id="981e"><i>If you liked this piece, you may also like this one.</i></p><div id="eee9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/she-no-longer-kneels-to-any-master-bc67d3cae8ad"> <div> <div> <h2>She No Longer Kneels To Any Master</h2> <div><h3>Especially not the master of attachment</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div>

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The Graveyard Of Her Soul

Her prized possessions

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She wanders through memory lane Picking out pieces of her nightmares, Gathering her pain, her heartbreak Noticing where her tears need repairs.

She collects her previous scalpings Those collected during her insanity, Souvenirs of those who wronged her Silencing their uttering of profanity.

Her hunting grounds are getting lean As she no longer hides from the dark, Cross her at your own risk, your peril She’ll brand you with her sordid mark.

There’s no more room for forgiveness She’s quick to decide you’ll be next, Beheading you with a torrid smile Proof, no she’ll class you as suspect.

There were times she could be kind These’er getting fewer and far between, If you’ve wronged her in any way You’ve been listed as sordidly mean.

Her trophies are her prized possession As she mounts them around her soul, Torturing them all as she sees fit Giggling insanely with the lives she stole.

Her favourite haunt is the old graveyard Where she reads the stories of the past, Knowing she’s the last one remembered Lingering on, as her choices are cast.

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