Raven Eyes
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Terminé ven., mai 20, 202211m
Her raven-black gaze made me freeze inside, it was as if my whole body froze and all I could see were her eyes staring into mine. She hovered above me, glued to the white ceiling while I laid in my bed beneath her. Her white hair hung down like ropes of fabric and the black dress she wore swirled in the air around her. I couldn't breathe.
I think I died.
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Written by: Elisabet
Edited by: Anonymous
Posted: 2022-05-20
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