*she tries to hold her cries. She pats her cheeks gently with the base of her hand, trying not to smear her make-up, her breathing and lower lip were trembling, she took a deep breath trying to console herself, then stood up and walked up to a rose brush, leaning over and taking its scent in, allow its beauty to ease the brutal verbal abuse she had been under since the engagement. Her lips pulled apart gently as she spoke with a slow sensual alluring delicate voice* OH, so much beauty lays on your, under this castle of sorrow, your velvet arms(petals) carresing the air, allowing us breath your gentle loving scent, enveloping into our senses... So much love, so much magic, so much purity lays on your beauty, some take you for granted, but i see your beautiful form and what lays beneath those thorns...*she leans in taking one last whiff, while her lips brushes its soft petal kissing it good night* may you have the most pleasant dreams and when you awake may the sun shine upon you and its warth wraps you in its arms*
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