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She sits atop a jeweled throne, her lilac hair an endless stream. Her gold eyes are all-knowing, and her body is furled in tenebrous shadows. She looks at the board before her.
Twisting words; Love is hate, Let's duplicate. Engulfed in black, No fighting back, The love is gone- I'm now your pawn.
A darkened heart meets one still white. Pious pride leaves you overcome, With the sense of feeling Not price of deed. Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet Like chocolate
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