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My shadow
Has tats All over her arms Her eyebrow is pierced So is her nose She makes me Love the darkness Her hair is Violet dreds Pulled away from her vanilla face She has a coffin purse Full of black makeup And matchbooks She stomps around in Docs Scaring off children And old ladies My shadow is a crow Unafraid of the sparrows
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