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The flowers beneath my hands soon become weak and wilted.
She stared into my eyes seeing me for who I was and not for what I am.
She seemed to marvel the very being of my exhistance.
Defiance flashed thru out her, her spine straightend, her skull tilted back and her mouth took on a daring grin.
That moment that I laid my eyes on her i could feel the flowers beneath my hands stiffen I could see the flowers blossom and i could smell the soft sweet fragrence drifting off of the flower.