Dead leaves on the dirty ground
I've got a cigarette and sushi on the brain
I can swim, but I tend to drown
On a sunny day I pray for rain
I'm a pompous girl with prophetic pros
And I've got a pose for you
I'm a thorn without her rose
But look at the nuances of my hugh
Damask in black
I'll swallow you whole
Proprieties I fail to lack
But I'll take you where the death bell tolls
And at night I come out in the light of the moon
Radiant but a ghoulish sight
My servitude looms
But caution awaits you if I give you all my might; especially at night (by the moon)
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