Her.
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Her eyes, a deep blue
Her lips, soft and pink
Her hair, a long ginger
Her skin, pale and freckled
I carry her in my arms, her eyes gazing into my own
Her eyes, raw and bloodshot
Her lips, coated in blood
Her hair, dirty and gnarled
Her skin, white and decaying
I hold her in my arms, her lifeless eyes gazing through my own
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