🖤The Night Belongs to Her🖤
She walks where moonlight bends and breaks, Gold dust shimmering in her wake. Her crown of locs, her eyes of flame Every spirit whispers her name. Drums from Dahomey stir the air, Incense curls through midnight prayer. Pumpkin candles, salt, and sage Her power dances off the page. She i
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