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I admired her paleness. It was like the bitter stillness of the winters landscape. Or the soft, fragile feathers encased in my bedside pillow. No color amongst those perfect pore-less cheeks. Her lips a crimson red; a rustic brown, stained her teeth as she smiled. I never thought I’d bestow my eyes upon such beauty, a goddess among the earth. A wolf among mere sheep. I wanted nothing more than to lift my hand and graze that face but I mustn't. Because she shined so bright against the rest and I refused to dull that shine. My muddied hand was not worthy of such perfection. I wanted no other to lay eyes on her skin, hair, body. I would sooner gouge out my own eyes than loose sight of what I am seeing before me. She will be my last vision, oh but what a vision she was.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
britney-lyn
Her Paleness Possesses
I admired her paleness. It was like the bitter stillness of the winters landscape. Or the soft, fragile feathers encased in my bedside pillow. No color amongst those perfect pore-less cheeks. Her lips a crimson red; a rustic brown, stained her teeth as she smiled. I never thought I’d bestow my eyes upon such beauty, a goddess among the earth. A wolf among mere sheep. I wanted nothing more than to lift my hand and graze that face but I mustn't. Because she shined so bright against the rest and I refused to dull that shine. My muddied hand was not worthy of such perfection. I wanted no other to lay eyes on her skin, hair, body. I would sooner gouge out my own eyes than loose sight of what I am seeing before me. She will be my last vision, oh but what a vision she was.
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