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celestial, almost ghostly
she floats upon the breeze
her golden hair, a halo bright
a beauty that can't be seized
her eyes are pools of starlight
her skin, as pure as snow
her voice, a melody so sweet
it fills your heart with woe
though her form seems intangible
a figment of the mind
her beauty is all too real
one that's hard to find
for she's an angel, pure and true
a creature of divine
a being whose ethereal beauty
is nothing short of sublime
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poesía[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
