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Her skin cold as ice like
a mid december lake,
hair long and dark as an
ever-lasting night,
her lips as slender as
thin wild rose vines,
and the taste of
bled black roses,
eyes as deep as an eternal abyss in a
bottomless ocean.
Her body is the shape of
a lightly curved peanut,
and smelled as delicious as
a mid-summer rain





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