On golden wings

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A tattoo of a vine crawling up her arm

She has magic bubbling in her palms

She has snakes crawling down her back

The snakes are painted in a deep red and black

She has imagination spinning in her mind

She has conscious awakening filling up her time

She has diamonds sparkling in her eyes

She has golden wings on which enable us to fly.

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