Ever so often you see a beautiful person. Someone who you can't help but look at because the aesthetic is so pleasing.
Today, there was a girl on the bus. She was flawless. Perfect skin, angelic eyes, masses of raven curls casually pulled back, classically dressed and demure. Nothing was artificial or strained; just easy, tasteful, and fabulous genetics.
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I long to be that girl! I put a lot of effort into looking that effortless. Alas, I am forever the girl in Herrick's poem! At least someone appreciates me!
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