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Her lips red like never ever. She allowed us to witness as a celebration of the crimson fluid, a celebration of life.
Her lips were warm and red, glowing in it's own light.
Red and golden reflections in her hair, emerald green reflections from extrasensory sources, reflections like little suns around her aura. Starry eyes like a new moon night.
She was the beauty of truth. The personification of personality.