11:11

At eleven minutes past the hour of night,
When digits form a double repetition,
A moment comes that some deem mystical,
A chance to whisper secrets to the cosmos.

Once known for living large, in fashion bright,
In pink and diamonds, on the silver screen,
She now marks moments, filled with pure delight,
And makes a wish, a ritual so serene.

Now when the clock displays its perfect time,
A time to stop, take a breath, and dream,
Of all the things we hope to manifest,
Of love, success, and dreams that we can keep.

For those who've followed, watched her life unfold,
She shines as proof that dreams are worth the hold.

Blaise🔥🔥🔥
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