Ode To The Goth - Poem by dark queen
Dark souls and pale flesh.
So different yet they belong together.
Delicate intricate outfits and large heavy chains.
They attract each other like the two sides of a magnet yet the same side.
Rituals preformed by those Wicans among us.
We are hated for our dark intricacy.
We are everywhere.
Love your resident Goths though they hate you.
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