Shape shifter
I call her the shape shifter
She will become a vision of your most impossible fantasy
Make you truly believe life is worth living
Then laugh at you for ever thinking any of it was real
She's so sweet and innocent
Yet she holds my beating heart, blood dropping from her hand
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