She…

On a cold evening, she seats by the window.
Casting her gaze on the tattooed pages absorbing every bit of knowledge she can.
Occasionally glancing at the horizon as the sun set. Embers of a dying light creep through the cracks of dark cotton like clouds.
She shifts her posture causing her cardigan to fall of on her left shoulder revealing her scared ebony skin… Damn she’s irresistible…
She….

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