The kind of soul she inhabited was a rare gem buried deep beneath thousands of rocks.
Her soul was unrestricted and young, she knew nothing of fear or commitment. She let nothing bind her down. It shined bright and fierce through her emerald eyes and flowed smoothly from her voice in a commanding tone.
Everyone she met loved her charisma. Hooked on her heavenly smile, they couldn't seem to get enough of her. People envied the aesthetic way she carried herself, both physically and mentally.
Her soul was anachronistic; too young to know the responsibilities and hardships the Earth had endured. Her innocence made her just that much more likable.
She was a beautiful masterpiece. Craftily woven together with gentile hands, her skin glistened and glowed.
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PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
