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I'm telling secrets to a memory
Wrapping my arms around what used to be
And she's listening carefully
While I mistake miscreants for the ministry of reality
My harlequin shadow - she exudes a saint-like patience
Something I mistook for otherworldliness years ago

But oh! How she floats even now!
Oh, how she floats up
How she floats up
How she floats up on violence

My lady in white lace
She makes trades in violence
She hovers on instinct
A violent crown of thorny leaves

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