The field is quiet, wide and free,
Tiana stands, lost in the breeze.
Yellow blooms in tangled hair,
Her heartbeat steady, breath laid bare.
Her dress clings close but shifts aside,
No shame to feel, no need to hide.
The moment lingers, still, intense—
She lets it take her, without defense.
The Super Fan
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