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A fair lady that I know to well,
for she's always on my mind,
guiding me through the gates of hell,
leaving all my worries behind.

Her tongue lashes like a whip,
if I question her remarks,
so I shake my head and get a grip,
and follow her through the dark.

But in doing so I lose my shoe,
my keys, and the value of my soul,
as my skin turns shades of black and blue,
while she administers total control.

She blinds me to reality,
as only her eyes shine in the night,
Building then destroying me,
without the struggle of a fight.

Her deep set bruises still linger,
yet near her I'll always be,
for within that tiny finger,
Is the ability to set me free.

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