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the heroine sits under a shade giving tree
a heroine is scene through a bifocal
we are lost in heroine myths
swept up in the heroine's storm
black is the heroine's curse
the heroine is all that is beautiful
and laced in death, the heroine
walks on heroine tight walks
upon a city of heroine
This black angel is a heroine
among the geese flying toward the heroine
The night walker comes upon the heroine
heroine walking in the veins
And death burns the heroine
we are mystified by the heroine
and yet we are all in love with the heroine
who falls again and again from being heroine
this is the heroine's curse
the belly of all deceit is the heroine's needs
and yet we need the heroine
and the heroine loves us