Sheryl Macpherson

She walks a dark walk.
Her heart a misery.
She cries like no other.
In mourning is she.
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In darkness, the mist she clears.
Standing in elegance, she bids you near.
Stigma flows her evil fire.
The air breathing her unquenched desire.
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Beauty excludes.
Drifting timeless.
Rolling like breeze's.
High mountain rivers.
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Angered hatred.
Devils garden.
Hell's fire burning.
Gnashing, gnawing, demons clawing.
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