Everyone knows her here They say "Scented is her name" Darkness surrounds her Her spirit is blackened by a demon inside Her heart lives in fear of weakness and censure And has become home to old lies and slaughter Lovely of face You will find all that you splendor in her eyes Ive spoken to her She seems very kind Beware dear friend For the Princess is ice Scented keeps the mystery true As she comes to rest in this virtual place She finds acceptance in your words In her dark hour of sweetest need Her only truth is in her work Her heart will decieve you As she draws you gently into her caricature world Of eternal longing. © Copyright 1998 By Scented Return To Friends Poetry E-mail Me Baby
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