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The Untamed Flame
A primal cry against the shadowed night,
She wears the fragments of a fleeting past,
A garland woven out of time and light,
Where memories and withered leaves are cast.
With fierce abandon and untamed grace,
She breaks the silence with a rising roar,
A timeless power shining through the face,
That strikes the heavy dark and breathes no more.
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