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I knelt before the queen
Gazed at her face
A serpent crown framed
Straight black hair
Large kohl eyes
Thick bands of gold
Around her neck and wrists
A tunic of white
Poetry
A Phoenix
Floating in mid air
Naked, free flowing
Writhing and swimming
Waving, pale skinned
Tentacles protrude
In many places
Head to toe
Tethered to the past
The Transformation
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