Irish Lento
Green sparkling in her eyes,
gasoline beneath her skin;
Kerosene in everything she says,
citrine hanging from a devilish grin;
Plucky with the heart of a rebel;
Bucks back, a walking contradiction;
Loves with the magick of the fey;
Luck? She spells it intuition.
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