Lideous Damesans’ mercy

A part of the darkness,
the light of a flare
You show off your pretty mirrors
to hide what isn’t there
The curve of your smile
the edge of a blade
you don’t dare posess
what your mind has forbade
a flick of the wrist
and a twirl of the cape
keep it amorphous
don’t let it take shape

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