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she's got a slight tan on her skin. not much, just a little bit. and it's kind of patchy too. her face is white. it's got the odd freckle or whatever it is - i dont know the technically terms. her eyes are big. they always seem to be staring, or thinking, or something. the black holes in the middle infuse with the glowing green that make her eyes stand out so very brightly. her cheeks pad her face out a little bit to give it shape, and not skinny and vaccum-packed like the cheeks of a model. those kind always strike me as very medicinal and produced. like food thats vaccum-packed in supermarkets. her hair is straight, kind of long, but not huge. i suspect that her hair would look just as good short as it would at this length. it's kind of red, orange, yellow and brown all mixed together. her hair is autumn. it smells of exotic fruits and hidden flowers. it goes well with her face, which has blood in it. life in the cheeks rather than plastered white lifeless and dead.
she's so beautiful. she's hit me like an atom bomb. she's so perfect. she's not real. she doesnt exist.
when she speaks she always has something intelligent or funny to say. she's got opinions, but she accepts other points of view. she's very emphatic. i dont even know what that means, she just is. her laugh sounds like that sound you get in spring time when every bird is singing and every bee is buzzing and even when you're alone you can sense life everywhere. just the aura of being, in every insect, in every flower, in every breath, in every step. and her voice is just as magnificent. when she's happy, she smiles, but doesnt let it show. like a little chesire cat, she hides her chin away and looks up at you, with those eyes. those eyes. that stare. just her, being her, becoming everything.
she's got excellent taste in music, film, food, drink, everything. but none of that matters, because she's so open that she'll try anything, just for the buzz of doing it. she likes nature and the country, but cant stand being away from the city for a huge amount of time. her heart is with the busy buzzing life that you get in a city or large town. she knows how to relax and how to unwind. she's never angry - only passionate. she's too, i dont know, wise. yes, too wise to be angry. she knows it doesnt matter enough to get worked up over - whatever 'it' may be.
she is all anyone with any sense could ever want.
why is she still alone?
she's so beautiful. she's hit me like an atom bomb. she's so perfect. she's not real. she doesnt exist.
when she speaks she always has something intelligent or funny to say. she's got opinions, but she accepts other points of view. she's very emphatic. i dont even know what that means, she just is. her laugh sounds like that sound you get in spring time when every bird is singing and every bee is buzzing and even when you're alone you can sense life everywhere. just the aura of being, in every insect, in every flower, in every breath, in every step. and her voice is just as magnificent. when she's happy, she smiles, but doesnt let it show. like a little chesire cat, she hides her chin away and looks up at you, with those eyes. those eyes. that stare. just her, being her, becoming everything.
she's got excellent taste in music, film, food, drink, everything. but none of that matters, because she's so open that she'll try anything, just for the buzz of doing it. she likes nature and the country, but cant stand being away from the city for a huge amount of time. her heart is with the busy buzzing life that you get in a city or large town. she knows how to relax and how to unwind. she's never angry - only passionate. she's too, i dont know, wise. yes, too wise to be angry. she knows it doesnt matter enough to get worked up over - whatever 'it' may be.
she is all anyone with any sense could ever want.
why is she still alone?
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