She looked a goddess,
nightly scent,
milky skin.
She stood there, a rock angel,
stern her brow,
svelte her lips.
She paced with purpose,
immaculate, her dress,
soft, her steps.
She concealed a greater form,
and revealed a collar,
that glistened with the pearly sweat of fury.
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