Cerise She's not a ray of sunshine, there is a name for someone like her. Her leather trench is a deep red. A vivid shade. The same color of her hair, her locks flow to the icy wind. Snow in Autumn.
Cerise

She's not a ray of sunshine,
there is a name for someone like her.

Her leather trench is a deep red.
A vivid shade.

The same color of her hair,
her locks flow to the icy wind.
Snow in Autumn.

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Cerise

there is a name for someone like her.

Cerise She's not a ray of sunshine, there is a name for someone like her. Her leather trench is a deep red. A vivid shade. The same color of her hair, her locks flow to the icy wind. Snow in Autumn.

She walks alone under the night sky. She stops for a second to stare at the moon. Drawn to its power.

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