olive skin

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Dangling feets, scarred skin,
looming lashes, blood-spilled.
Burnt lips , onyx eyes ; burning
into the passers-by.
Mockery and fear filled to brims,
she layed,there perturbed --unhinged!
Not a wince, escaped from her misery.
Charred hands , straight out of a min•ery.
Broken-ly beautiful, wickedly angelic!
I glanced with my rugged layers ;
a shattered soul,with pity cluttering.
Hooked hesitant steps , baits of distress! ;
lines of dread, beads of disturbance !!!.
Charade of what-ifs ,played in my head.
Blatant alarms, never fazed me from dead.

Crouching by her side, I saw
delicate rosy- magenta, skins of olives
faint golden streaks of sunshines ; did her bidding! ...

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coarse salt of grumbling rumbles.
What do thou want? ,she mumbled.
I wish to heal you!, I said,
with dubious assurity.
Wavering fingers of mine, held onto
calloused hands, of painted rubies .
Dark dirt, prickly thorns! pricked onto
my own flesh, metallic-red drifted
Off ! , with a fluid motion.
I winced.Then it happened !
Moonlit, starry rains, glistens of silvers ;
envisage of unknown, bestowed upon ----mortals.
"russet- red roses , lush vines of daisies ;
glitters of golden, sparkles of faeries ."

She rose from pitiful pits, to pristine gory.
I sat there bewildered, in her bewitching glory.
She planted , pink kisses onto my forehead
Enamoured I spoke of ---
"red roses , vines of daisies ;
glitters of golden, sparkles of faeries ."

-----Delusions of illusions, things of frenzy.
I stood by the street in my rugged layers!
waiting to rescue the faerie ,
For, she was all in my head,
or part of an ------------
enchanted memory???.





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"Hey there! Beautiful human, what do you think of the faerie? Is she a fragment of delusions or an enchanted memory?"

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