so there you are in these photographs. there's that face with those chocolate saucer eyes, the cherry lips with that whisper of a smile of yours that seems to flicker like a flame. models never smile; how can they smile with that armor of glitter coated on their lips? you had it all down even before they found you, long before they exposed you, ripped you apart until that flame of yours smoldered to ashes and dust.
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