Camellia

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Eyes shining and grey like the moonShaped sharp as knives with gentle undertones,With a cat eye drawn around the cornersNever misses a thing, living like dorners

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Eyes shining and grey like the moon
Shaped sharp as knives with gentle undertones,
With a cat eye drawn around the corners
Never misses a thing, living like dorners.

She lives in wild forests of Jack Frost,
Her snowbells purr going round in circles,
Black pearls breathe around her neck
And black lace is woven over her hands.

The darkest hair with two strands of silver
Amongst the snow of her hair lie blushing camellias
Entangled together to make her crown
But she knows the petals will slowly fall down.

Her lips spread wide like a fox,
She never overthinks any of her talks,
Fearlessly she was born to exist
Strolling around through the forest mist.

Barefoot walking on the grass
The fierce, frozen and icy grounds,
Tied to her waist was her father's cutlass,
She smiled like the howling greyhounds.

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