her eyes were midnight blue beer encrusted with olivine and tanzanite stars, scarred with a millennium of vintage wisdom and insight into the happenings of the orion constellation. she was the star nymph who dwelled and ruled the star rigel, the fire in her soul blazing neon blue into force fields of holographic midnight. she was the dream we wanted to comprehend when we were young.
she was a strawberry blonde meadow where sunken sunships lay in blissful gloom, resting in peace. her hair tangled with tender fragments of frozen orion, auburn russet cherry gold; she was poetry and the wind and music tangling in your hair and within her soul rosewater ponds lay in feverish blue moonlight and strawberry blonde sunrises, laced with clementine and renewal and the scarred essence of an anime childhood.
she was
but one day she tumbled from the sky in shattered glory and insecurity, that shooting star that we put all our unreturned wishes in
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