Her body is a battlefield marred with scars.
Her dreams; graveyards filled with tombs.
Her eyes are giant topazes holding tears.
Her lips are pink roses drenched in Elixir.
Her heart is a space where Love can't tread.
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Her body is a battlefield marred with scars.
Her dreams; graveyards filled with tombs.
Her eyes are giant topazes holding tears.
Her lips are pink roses drenched in Elixir.
Her heart is a space where Love can't tread.