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You may call us outcast
But we paint the sky
From a palette you
Cannot see, deny

Flagrant our lives appear
To such linear minds
Cruelty so sweet
In its way is kind

Absinthe touch the lips
Soul is taking flight
You won’t be the same
After this one night

We’re just fantasy
Please admit you’re fond
You’ll be welcome to
This dark demimonde

(c) Helen Valentina 2016