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She prances under the paisley sunbeams, skin scorching, smelling like nitrogen.
Her dark goldenrod hair, swiftly shifting shades, shuffling, succumbing.

People notice her,
she swims and then sinks.

All is synchronized.

Pitiful,
she is lost.

Her limbs enunciate the whirlwind of pain passing through her veins.
Her heels remain steady, like that of a ballerina - softly staggering and suddenly stuttering.

She bends and then
she breaks.

All is jeopardized.

She glares,
face to face,
without a single blink across her lids,
faking like a fairy tale.

Her
salmon-colored face,
her
perfect skeletal frame,
her
glowing insides.

She is drowning.

Someone save her.

Someone
take
her.

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Call for Help Scenes



She prances under the paisley sunbeams, skin scorching, smelling like nitrogen.
Her dark goldenrod hair, swiftly shifting shades, shuffling, succumbing.

People notice her,
she swims and then sinks.

All is synchronized.

Pitiful,
she is lost.

Her limbs enunciate the whirlwind of pain passing through her veins.
Her heels remain steady, like that of a ballerina - softly staggering and suddenly stuttering.

She bends and then
she breaks.

All is jeopardized.

She glares,
face to face,
without a single blink across her lids,
faking like a fairy tale.

Her
salmon-colored face,
her
perfect skeletal frame,
her
glowing insides.

She is drowning.

Someone save her.

Someone
take
her.

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