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Lust for Veil
She would rather not be clearly seen, or— She desires to be unreadable, or— She lusts for features veiled. She powders her face and hides her eyes and shuts red lips over white teeth smiles. She bites her tongue and paints her nails and turns her gaze on no one. Only in mystery can she ever be beautiful—she knows this, thus she strives for it. Only concealed and encrypted, her emotions like expressions behind a veil, only then will they love her. They will love her because they will not know who she is. They will imagine in her those traits that will intrigue them, painting her empty canvas and filling her empty form with what they want to see, what they want to place, what they want to know. Who she is is not worth seeing, less worth having, but while veiled and indecipherable, who they make her will be perfect. |
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Lust for Veil
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