Innocence of a Girl.

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Her eyes as brown as wood. Yet it shined brighter than the sun.Her lips were as red as the blood that flowed within her.

Her voice takes you on journeys that you only have heard off before.Her kind and generous acts melts your heart away .

Simply an innocent that thrives on good. And a soul too pure to be tainted by evil like yourself. So keep away or maybe your demon will become good again.

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