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Her long locks of hair portrayed the sky at midnight with deep colored waves as thick as can be. She was sitting on the cold cherry hardwoods that paved the living room ground. The black branches that ran along the planks looked like burned throats coughing up history to her. Twirling around, she twisted her ankles and pulled her lanky legs up close to her chest. A cherry-flavored cigarette passed between her lips. Weak lungs inhaled the intoxicating smoke with a deep breath and sighed with the equivalent splendor of a young girl sucking in the richness of chocolate. Only this splendor psychologically relieve
by ~xoAlyfromNorCalixo
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