Ilocaust

Damn, she’s beautiful.

It makes me want to raise her on a glass pedestal, so I could stand as a pleased spectator acknowledging her grace. But I can’t. And even if I can, I won’t. I know there’s more to what I can see and judging her by mere face value would do her injustice.

Her beauty makes me weep. Why didn’t I see her before?

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