Her
She's the sweetest taste of sin
Sugar with a spoon of spice
A dangerous thrill, and an overwhelming win
As hot as ice, as cold as fire
The mood before the sun;
The sun behind the mood
Twist and turn
Delicate and pure
Hallucinations and broken delusions
A complicated beauty
with a touch of madness
Cursed within her, ruins love
Breaks hearts and breaks her soul
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