

PerfectionThe ideal image, the flawless form; The formula refined by millennia reborn; A being that becomes but does not conform,Perfection
When crafted by gentle and loving hands
And aged by Time's forever-flowing sands, Begets its own tale, a tempting dance
Of loving admiration and blessed design; Modest elegance and beauty divine; A token of innocence and Love's true ensign
Of shapely curves, and rounded shapes; Moulded with wisdom, a classical make; Twisted by trends, and never to fade
Of a heavenly model, by the Gods themselves; Harde
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Entranced by the eyes of the dead.
Lose your legs in the Forest of Confusion.
Have your body burned within the crimson flames.
- Ciel Phantomhive
Something once lost will never return.
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