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Muse
Muse
She was beautiful.
She was fluid in motion, her hair flowing down her back in gentle waves. I snuck out to the old house to see her, and she would always be there, smiling softly at me.
I would stare endlessly at her angelic face, my muse. I painted dozens of portraits of her.
We would stay until dawn, silent. I never even knew her name, nor did she know mine. But we held each other's eyes, a silent language passing between us.
As the sun rose, I would pack up my things and we would both leave - I walked back into the world of the living, and she faded back into the world of the dead.
She was fluid in motion, her hair flowing down her back in gentle waves. I snuck out to the old house to see her, and she would always be there, smiling softly at me.
I would stare endlessly at her angelic face, my muse. I painted dozens of portraits of her.
We would stay until dawn, silent. I never even knew her name, nor did she know mine. But we held each other's eyes, a silent language passing between us.
As the sun rose, I would pack up my things and we would both leave - I walked back into the world of the living, and she faded back into the world of the dead.
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