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Pretentious
Notes
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Pretentious
Notes
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Soulstealer
In the starved, constricting atmosphere,
In her supernatural blackened globe,
The girl awaits the hour, the time,
A thousand years she may bide.
The minds she steals she owns,
The lives she takes, she destroys,
The female pulse of all,
The wealth of love is hers.
1994

Adolescence
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