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Dec 2014
Her eyes spoke stories her lips never told.
And as I gazed upon her porcelain skin....

I noticed the cracks.

I was so fixated by them.
Every thin line was beautiful.

She said she was broken,
but I didn't believe her at all.

To me she was a warrior.
A survivor.
spacequeen
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spacequeen  the universe
(the universe)   
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   Kvothe, SPT, Matthew A Dumas and Sombro
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