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There she stood, a diamond among diamonds

Amid the lurid smell of written history

Porcelain skin on parchment

Hungry eyes on ancient ink



Then she sipped, from a cup

Filled with ancestor's inspiration

Warm against her lucious palate

Into her godly being



I shall write then and words become

Poison to Parchment, blood as ink



*unfinished