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Your hair dances, a firestorm Eyes shine, grey of wisdom's stone Every move you make is fireborn You float with grace, you stand alone I always hoped I’d call you mine But now, and always, I am yours Goddess of beauty, mind divine I offer all this blood that pours Let it be forever thine
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
Invita Minerva
Your hair dances, a firestorm Eyes shine, grey of wisdom's stone Every move you make is fireborn You float with grace, you stand alone I always hoped I’d call you mine But now, and always, I am yours Goddess of beauty, mind divine I offer all this blood that pours Let it be forever thine
Jack14
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
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