Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Standing in front of Mona Lisa. Trying to turn her hyperbolic smile into a realistic one. But her eyes foresee my every route and any pursuit proves useless for she never moves. The subtle curve of her mouth begins to mock. Only motivating my attempts to spread her lips and cause true happiness beneath her smile.
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