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As she sat in the strawberry field with her young lover, he admired her worn wrinkled hands.He was wicked at heart, but still he came everyday to kiss her withered lips.He knew that she had been with innumerable men, but her past was nothing to his aching heart.  She was a dying gift sent to comfort his suffering cancerous bones. He saw bright blue eyes ,where there were irises washed of all color by years of tears, smooth clear skin on her freckled brown cheeks. She was Beauty and all he wanted was to watch her fade as he faded.

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