Her face is still showing no emotion, no expression, nothing. Her eyes are lined black with liner hiding herself from the world. Her hair falls into perfect dark riglets, a mess of volume, and a radiant shine.
She holds a cigarette cooly to her lips. A long drag, an empty stare, and soft plume of smoke escapes her mouth like that of a snake.
Her clothes hug her body, dark and perfect.You look at her, you want her attention, you crave her affection. She doesnt say a thing, she just silently thinks to herself and notes your presence.
She enjoys smoky music like new wave or jazz, she also enjoys every cigarette she plucks into her mouth.
you love her, you think about her, you want her.
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