She was that and that was her
Insane, imprudent and so impure
Sinful, apparently strong and tough
as a pile of ash in the winds that're rough
so heavy as the rhyme of these despicable lines
so in rush for an upcoming life
senseless to the edge lines of despair
and so a simulator of inexplicable pain
that she brought upon herself
for having such a nutshell brain
that was her and she was that
a mad woman in love with an equally mad man
the only man that her kind of women couldn't have
because that is her and she is that.
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