she is clean.
a curious honesty hides itself in her eyes, a clear aquamarine that immediately endears anyone towards her. they are timid, observant, and most of all, secretive. perhaps this is why i like her--her lies are few and transparent. her nose crinkles as if in distaste, and her irises tighten, worry themselves into shame.
she walks among my least favorite people, the filthiest spirits one could imagine--heartless grays bent on hedonism, their pretty faces ashen with the dirt of youth. and yet her sweetness is untainted, triumphant, somehow humble, an equal. her expression is always amused, as the rational will be in the sensual world. the hudson trembles with sin, but even when she purses her childish lips to the dry edge of a blunt, the blue in her eyes brightens as if to stubbornly clear her sight through the smoke.
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