Gloom lies down her sword for now as the molten oozes from her eyes and rolls onto the ground this is no place to be when she feels a little generous With a blink of an eye she can chase you all away her bosom heaving with pride and all that gloating you have placed in her way she has danced the dance one too many times Walk with caution on her path that seems carpeted with respect there is no trembling or showing fear it tangles in her hair and then she becomes annoyed, probably not in a good way Seems the clouds lift as they do every day because deep in her heart there is something craving much more than a destitute shell of life and she feels it pick her up and then lift her to a place that her mind and heart beat together, but not everyday DSF 7-3-14☼
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 12:15:48 +0000
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