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Black Widow
Her eyes
black suns
burned around the edges
she stared into empty space
waiting for the next shooting star
Her hair
a wild tempest
of the wind
with tendrils of crimson gold
flying free without binds
Her skin
silken caramel
scented in lavender
and rose petals
glossed with moonlight
Her voice
sounds as a siren
drawing in unwary souls
to twist within her web
of dark desire
10:16 AM - 11/21/2007 -
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