The Vacancy Amidst My Lungs
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Her skin was soft and fair, resembling a rose petal dusted lightly by the blush resting upon her cheeks. Her eyes were several shades of emerald and glistened much like a dew drop of early morning. She was exquisitely made, seemingly frail but by the gaze of war she inflicted upon me, I knew there was more to her than what meets the eye.
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