| As she grew older... |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|02:21 pm] |
Until she herself became the flame of her wall, understood the fatal episode of the given, never did she mean to, taint you, but she was in prison, yelling freedom.
Emerging in a hardcore world, with minorest care, she wouldn't let you see her soul. Girly giggle, pure pinkness, loned blunt mind, so tied to adventures. She just stayed, in confusion, her herself a white karma.
Deluded her thoughts, still real with feelings soar. Freedom with missed love, salty smell with coziness warm, the coastal romance, this and that, close and drifting traces. Laughing at it, we were all reflections of sin.
Cannot return. |
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