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A beautiful face saves me from this isolation
The room was still and queit, besides the sound of
the waves crashing against the shore. Alone I am
isolated in a dark room. Amazingly decorated, as the
velvet drapes hang on the dusty windows. The oak
book shelves holding hundreds of books, colecting
dust over the years. With in 30 years there was
finally a sound besides the waves. But it was the
french doors that made the sound. Slowyly clicking
as each locked lock became unlocked. The doors
slowly opend, creeking at its pase of time. Finally
a red silky dress shows from the door. The figure
stepped into the shadows of the wall. I had not
yet moved. then the figure showed its self...
Horendous it was a lady with white eyes and
a such a pale ugly face but yet a beautiful soul.
I don't know her name but Ido know that every
face even the ugly ones have something to look
forward to.
the waves crashing against the shore. Alone I am
isolated in a dark room. Amazingly decorated, as the
velvet drapes hang on the dusty windows. The oak
book shelves holding hundreds of books, colecting
dust over the years. With in 30 years there was
finally a sound besides the waves. But it was the
french doors that made the sound. Slowyly clicking
as each locked lock became unlocked. The doors
slowly opend, creeking at its pase of time. Finally
a red silky dress shows from the door. The figure
stepped into the shadows of the wall. I had not
yet moved. then the figure showed its self...
Horendous it was a lady with white eyes and
a such a pale ugly face but yet a beautiful soul.
I don't know her name but Ido know that every
face even the ugly ones have something to look
forward to.
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