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Her laugh was infectious, and her words were alluring.

Hyderabad: 4 April 2022: She wore her scars like a silky black gown. She wore her darkness like a gold and jeweled crown. Her eyes and smile would turn heads, but her glare would make you frown. She would dance with the Nobles and dine with the Kings. Her laugh was infectious, and her words were alluring. She would go to bed with the devil and it would feel like power and love. Her inner circle in court was small. Those she trusted held dear. Some would try to conspire and defeat her, but that only made her want to tear their kingdoms down while striking the hearts of men with fear."--Michele McKenna, Simple Elegance (Poem about Queen Anne Boleyn).

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