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Born under the Libra moon,
the scales tip in honor
of me, for love and
beauty, they so admire.

My eyes opals, charming for
all to see..
Full of mystery, I delight
shadows, painting in black,
cruising in crimson.

I play in Autumn, smiling
at the beaming jack-o-latern,
cloaked tipped hat adorning.

A musical harmony of riddles
I bestow, moody entanglement
I enfold…

Grace and curtsey, flirty I
am, Southern charm, the arm
of a lady….

Mysterious intruder, stalker of
thoughts, always distraught.

Alluring, sensual, consumed principle.
You will never know the
true me….

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