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Fire Vixen

How did you steal my soul?
Is that it in the palm of your hand?
How did I get there?
You're a magician, I swear.
Your hair of fire burns bright.
Your curves slope gently;
Hourglass créme pie.
I smirk at the thought.
I reel my soul in,
Casting it back out
Into the ocean
And somehow,
Somehow,
I land in your palms
Once more.
Written by Ghost223 (The Midnight Poet)
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