She ruffles her Phoenix feathers
Flames dance and lick off the edge of her salamander tongue
She may be made of sugar
But she won't melt
Born a J
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Her winter eyes radiate with knowledge
That the stars above sparkle only for her
Set into the sky by the jealous night
Not to be out done by the hypnotic w
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Only the moon truly holds her schizophrenic heart
Her soul, full of zeal, stretches to accommodate all she holds dear
Hoping one day

                                Maybe

She may burn a place clear for you