4.4 Every time I looked in the mirror, I only saw Fae:
brown sunken in eyes, dark bags of crescent moons under eye,
a lifeless body of hope and faith.
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Hollow
KurzgeschichtenThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.
4.4 // identical
4.4 Every time I looked in the mirror, I only saw Fae:
brown sunken in eyes, dark bags of crescent moons under eye,
a lifeless body of hope and faith.
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