The Diva

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Glittery eyelids
Her pupils shine like silver
Sheer dress
Her curves go like Venetician rivers
Candy to the eye
Marshmallow to the nose
She waves her hand
We melt
She takes a step
We evaporate
A gorgeous diva
A divine goddess
She speaks
Fire is set
She groans
Trees turned upside down
She roars
We wonder why the empress is no more

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