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Peine Forte Et Dure
She came clad in a pink shroud
with handfulls of pleasure and pain
She whispered promises, dreams, lies,
and never revealed her true face.
She came with a promise of friendship
and her advice was spoken as law
Elegant taste gave way to elitism
an Oscar-worthy one-woman show.
She was bright as night and dark as day
with a penchant for ascetic behaviour
A worthwhile appearance, misrepresentation
all too soon the masquerade was over.
She came clad in a pink shroud
and I became utopian in her sunless shadow
She came unmasked in her treacherous radiance
and I feel nothing for her now.
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