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Seductress, her beauty and power were second to none,

with each lover felled, a flame lit her lungs.

She picked and deflowered ripened roses,

a symphony of seduction she sings and composes.

Her victims pinned to the shredded sheets,

the taste of defeat had never been so sweet.

Conquered by the limitless heights of passion,

she wore their sins in a twisted fashion.

The flames in her eyes remain kempt,

fueled by the fates she loved to tempt.

The gates of hell hid behind velvet walls,

from the depths of ecstasy the pit of pleasure calls.

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