ten pruned fingers lie palms to the sky on hard white marble. the cold no longer induces a shivery gasp. instead, sadness percolates until the heart overflows and a dull lambency seeps out the ears.
a sad princess, likes the ocean, dislikes people, likes art, scared of the dark, dislikes school, likes slugs, caterpillars, moths, and blood, likes to eat sweet things
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