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Mystique
Mystique, the cat of wonder and grace,
With a golden eye on her blackened face.
A green eye gleams on her side of flame,
A patchwork queen with a fitting name.
She pads through shadows, sleek and sly,
A living sunset beneath the sky.
Her whiskers twitch as the moon takes flight,
A painter’s muse in the velvet night.
Her purr is soft, like a whispered spell,
In her dual-toned world, she dwells so well.
Mystique, the enigma, both bold and sweet,
A masterpiece curled at your feet.