Poet's Jasmine

Poet's Jasmine

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She always smelled like jasmine, but to Ethan, she was mint in every way. She was mint in the way she talked, such refreshing thoughts; she was mint in the way she acted, cold yet exhilarating; mint in the way she loved, burning and awakening; and mint in the way she looked which was enough to give Ethan chills. But Mindy didn't think so. She only thought she was mint in the way that it can be bothersome when too strong. Mint was flawed. She didn't want to be mint. She wished to be subtle, beautiful, jasmine. Just like her mother's favourite flower - she longed to flourish in beauty. Inside-out. However, she knew some flaws were impossible to erase. But that wouldn't stop her. She was determined to blind people to a point where they saw flaws no more. Including herself. "Mints, have you got the blindfolds?" "Yes." This is the beginning of Ethan Reid and Mindy Thewlis' miserable fight against society - while being an inevitable part of it. While being an inevitable part of each other.
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