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a gust of wind blew through the open window across the room.

Blowing the thick black hair away from her face.

tired eyes and a huge purple graze

met with my own sorrow-filled eyes.

who was it that dared to hurt the beauty of this world?

who was it that dared to damage the one who cared for the ugly?

scintilla | daniel howell Where stories live. Discover now