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Rainbow_barfing_dinosaurs

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    The wispy cold winds of the blistery morning ran through his brown hair, coiling it around the air. His icy blue eyes where wide and dry as they stared ahead ...

    • Short Story
    • Romantic
    3 min read


No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
— John Donne