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Dancing BulbsIt was the middle of the night.Dancing Bulbs
The stars twinkled in the sky they were so familiar to. Winking and laughing, the man on the moon gave a deep grin as the slivers of light shone down upon the silent town of few.
He was sitting in the forest nearby, back supported on the elder tree as its mangled roots above ground, feet sprawled out before him. The muggy heat stitched finely into the air made the thin shirt stick to his back.
Drifting breezes would pass by and mingle through his cocoa flavored hair silently waving down from his scalp. As the hair brushed past the back of his neck, calming him, he let his
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It's MagicalThe glazing sun beat down through the warming August air. People around were laughing as they walked along down the streets, sweat beading down their temples.It's Magical
Under the cork tree, the leaves sheltering the harsh broiling sun from their skin, two were found.
One was laying completely on the floor tracing the shapes each leaf made, watching the sun filter through cracks and dance aimlessly upon his burning cheeks. His caramel blonde hair was now sticking out from the large hat covering his head. As the edges of his lips curved, his eyes, as though gleaming of the ocean itself, left quite a Cheshire grin upon onlookers
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Mort de BeauteGrey irises.Mort de Beaute
Worn down the with the sorrow of many rough years. They seem as though slate pieces, cold and lifeless. They were gorgeous, and any passerby to see his face would have cried. He was the definition of beauty, and he hated it.
Almond shaped eyes holding elegance, the color moving as if thunder clouds covering his sight. Cheekbones still lingering with baby fat, yet had always seemed to be dimly lit a peachy red flickering on and off, over and over again. Lips were considered to be softer than rose petals themselves.
He was of lower class, his father lived in Debtor's Prison along with his moth
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NightwishIt was night as William sat on the deep blue, velvety upholstery of the loveseat. His back propped against a circular pillow, an obvious matching set to the couch he was on.Nightwish
Every light in the house was off. Was there a blackout? No, he just loved to use natural light. How when he was seven and left every light in his room on because of the Boogieman who lived under his bed. And every night his father would come in and sit next to little William's bedside and tell the story of the Sun.
His father's voice delivered every sentence harmoniously in queue with the action as if a poem lingering straight on his tongue. He w
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