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Queen Of The Underworld

It’s spring time.

You wake in the sun,

cursing curtains,

that can’t keep the day from your face,

as you wrap your arms around me,

Queen of the underworld,

I am gloomy but glam,

shining storm clouds,

that you hold,

so tightly,

so that they know it’s safe,

to rain.

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