She sat upon the frozen winds; everything was clear in those skies. She was void of physical emotion. Glass eyes bore no soul. Dark locks danced lazily across her back lifting dust from her still body. She had not blinked nor made a sound, yet, there was something gravitational about her existence, something captivating about her pale motionless lips. Too Delicate! Too beautiful! Too still…
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phantomsgrief
04:31 Jan 31 2011
very nice i hope there is more to come.. if not it is very well written