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My words?
Aura
Time
Movies
So, lets' play!
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Mirage
She had an aura about her, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe when she started to burn through at the edges. Still beautiful, despite the lines of disappointment around her mouth, she performed her role just well enough to ensure her professional reputation, but never beyond. She'd stopped reaching for more.
Who could blame her?
In her early movies, she'd been like a spring of sensuality. As much as the critics raved over her flawless complexion, her skin glowed from the sensuality within. Once I spoke to her and she smiled at me, with the easy generosity of a person with more vitality than they know what to do with. I soaked her in, as if I stood near a waterfall in the desert, my skin starving for her cooling, life-giving mist.
But, like all careless people, she gave too much away. Time and again, they came to her with their empty lives and hollow hearts, asking to be filled - and she indulged them all, never realizing they would drain her dry.
These days, they blamed her for it. For losing what made her magical.
For leaving us parched and alone.
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