Aftermath
Her eyes were crystals, with repetitive inner structures and outer sheet faces. They were made of quartz, of almost pure silica.
Her smile was a star in the farthest galaxy. It was made of combustions of crimson and wild blue yonder. A star that shines from afar yet already dead a hundred of years ago.
Her hands were soft, like they were made of silky fibers with furrows of anhedonia and benumbed stimuli.
Her heart wasn't of plain, with etchings nonetheless. Covered with stratums of plasters of a mixture of gypsum with water and sand, thence the width made her blunt.
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