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A hair from a lions mane, two broken hearts...
Three tears product of heartbreak, four petals.
The scalding hot liquid corrodes the polished floors.
She stirs it and brings the spoon to her mouth.
She swishes her hips dancing the forbidden melody.
Adding five colored rocks to the potion.
She hugs a jar, counting six pinches of stardust .
Turning off the heat she reaches into the mixture...
She holds in her arms a horrifying creature.
Blessing her with the gifts of life, lust, and allure.
She counts her eyes kissing all seven of them.
Adding rings to each of its eight tiny fingers.
She cries while removing nine blooms of her hair.
Her breath caught by wind before she reaches ten.
The creature crawls back into the pot...
She places the blooms on her small rounded head.
Her tears creating her eternal companion.
She begins to number his features and he growls...
Protecting her from the dangers of eternity.

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