Winter's Melody
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Her hair was as black as night, lips so pink and luscious; so kissable. She held me like a statue with her piercing blue eyes. We stood five feet away from each other and our eyes bore into each others. I took all the time I could to take in all of her body and beauty; so precious and untouched. Her name, Ariana, had been called from a far distance. As soon as I blinked; she was gone like the wind.
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