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Deceit

Swirling in the air she appeared to be like a glow-ball of energy, her pride was unconquerable, blended with her beauty in an inseparable manner. With her captivating demeanor luring the skies, the mountains and the land, everything fell for her magical awe in a domino effect, one after the other.

Like the princess of kingdom nature her features were unmatchable and her heart was a place of solace within Earth. Calmness, justice, faith, trust all the ideal adjectives danced up to the brim in her godly heart.

Made up of a dazzling skin, her aura spread to eternity in the universe, radiating that blinding magnificence her skin soon became an enviable element all around. Smooth as silk and white as milk, soft as a feather and soothing as the wind, she possessed a layer leaving one and all hypnotized forever.

A universe resided in her shining eyes, as if spreading love and peace with its blink. Like a giant magnet everything fell in the deep crevices of these surreal eyes never wanting to come back to the state of realism.


The natural pink color vanished away from embarrassment because the artificial redness had got the better of it. Sultry they looked, as if inviting all to kiss them for an age, but deception and illusory were exploited to the maximum; eras had gone by and blood had thickened on the tenderness of her lips. 

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2016

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