On The Way Home……

I met a woman called Sunset.

Her skin was bright orange, her fingers were as hot as the sun,and her heart was golden yellow and filled with happiness as she spread love around the world.

I met a man called Snow.

His skin was as pale as snow. His breath was cold and icy, his heart was cold and cruel, bit by bit, he froze the world.

I met a woman called Moonlight.

Her hair was as black as the night sky. She roams around the city slicing everything in her path.

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