her eyes light up as if to recognize you, she steps forward, the swirls in her arms slowly mend together into something that resembles the twists of a skeletal limb as she reaches out to caress your cheek, her touch soft yet firm, her smell dead but sweet. Her face goes cold as the emotion leaves her eyes and is replaced by disapointment as she turns and walks away slowly you are not him...
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3Statue_dude
06/09/2024
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29/08/2024