A feeble frame
Dreams too heavy for
Her shapely shoulders
And a penchant
For running into
Troubles and turmoil.
She casts a spell with her heady scent,
leaves you lingering on words wondering what she meant.
Beautiful scars on a delicate frame,
But far from something you can claim or tame.
She is madness wrapped in gorgeous flesh,
Sorcery swirls at the hem of her dress.
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