She is a Flame.
There were Storms in her Eyes.
There were Whispers in her Ear.
Fire in her Soul,
And a Smile on her Lips.
There she Stood,
In Front of a Flame that never Ceased to Grow.
Then, the Glass in the Mirror Shattered.
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