shy faerie goddess
Which is more vivid, the seventeen-year-old or her flaming dress?
Fat Rita Hayworth ginger ringlets swirl around her porcelain face.
Her lips are radiant red tonight, does she have any idea of her beauty?
An artist, walking through a gallery, looking for her own showing.
If there was ever anyone more gorgeous, I do not know of it.
She glides with the delicate confidence of a shy faerie goddess.
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