Through a tear in her stockings smooth ivory skin feels the chill of a fresh winters night, she sits restlessly beneath towering trees and looks upwards past the flittering silhouette of leaves. Moonlight snares and soaks the curve of her neck. She ponders his where abouts as her blue gaze floats into the starry eyed night.
A flame spits out of the darkness it ducks and weaves past pine trees,
the tip of the flame cracks as it whips back into the eerie glow of moonlight sifting through the forest. It leaves nothing but a trail of smoke and the trembling boys cigarette lit.
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