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A little storyBroken, the leaves whither to the ground. The soft autumn breeze sifting through the jet black follicles that round the face of the pale figure. Black cloud over the arms, legs, torso, waist. Soft breathing, in and out as lungs expand and deflate. Oliver was a taller being, small strokes of dark makeup touch his lids as well as his lips. The pain of the cold squeezing around his subtle lungs sends creeps of chills down his spine. It had been some time since he was out in the cold. He had hid in his house for so long, that nothing seemed too familiar anymore. His deep blue eyes had a very dim light in them as they flickered from leaf to leaf.A little story by ~MickieAleksanderThe2
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