FrozenBlaze
Experienced
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- Apr 16, 2017
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She watches.
She's Listening.
From the corners of shoulder pad eyes.
Two become one;
She absorbs his verdict.
I'm watching
I wonder;
How is it possible that fire can escape from nasals nestled in fine bone china,
And skim past chiselled lips?
In porcalain thoughts,
I like what she's thinking.
He's wrong.
She's Listening.
From the corners of shoulder pad eyes.
Two become one;
She absorbs his verdict.
I'm watching
I wonder;
How is it possible that fire can escape from nasals nestled in fine bone china,
And skim past chiselled lips?
In porcalain thoughts,
I like what she's thinking.
He's wrong.
