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A beautiful mortal frame,
Encircled in blue flame,
Streaks of green sunrise,
Streaking from neon eyes,
Deep pools of liquid fire,
Flickering with desire,
She shed her rags of flesh,
To become a heavenly guest.
She appears in rags of light,
Then to your delight;
She shed her rags of light,
And dons her rags of flesh,
To be your heavenly guest,
With drops of liquid sunshine,
Melting down her breast...
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