the outcast

​Wisps of smoke cloud the silky underskin, she is the fire untamed. No one dares to touch her ragged frame, no one wants to burn in flames. Alas it’s a pity, for if they had braved the tempestous temper, they’d know of the pot of gold within.

Picture credits: @Manikya.das

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