She is terrifying and gorgeous. She wraps herself around me and bruises fade into skin that will never be the same again. I am engraved to her lilac hands and the watercolor she leaves with every touch. She is an artist and a masterpiece herself. She is unknowingly living in a frame that captures more worth she could ever imagine. She can never be bid on, or sold to the richest alive. She chooses where to go and where to stay. All I ever wanted was to see her colors and the trail of stardust she leaves behind. I am the next masterpieces, painted by lilac hands.


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