A soul, constantly prancing with own bouquets of emotion until it found itself blacked out in sorrow.
Aenean gaped into the cheval glass–
oculus lost in forlorn,
wan underlip dancing to melancholy.
a blenching visage–
curst and unwanted, she is
drowned in solace.
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