A Trembling Dove
A Beautiful Soul
Enslaved by a Madness So Stark....
A Trembling Dove
Chained in Dungeons So Dark....
Made of a Fiber Fine n Pure
Living Unaware of Her Divine Core....
Then Came In an Impulse...A Vibe
A Calling ! From her Lost Tribe....
& SO..
She SHED Her Demons
& Kissed Her Lost Seasons....
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