A soul, constantly prancing with own bouquets of emotion until it found itself blacked out in sorrow.

Aenean gaped into the cheval glass–

oculus lost in forlorn,
wan underlip dancing to melancholy.

a blenching visage–
curst and unwanted, she is
drowned in solace.

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  • Martin Kloess on Aug 24, 2012

    Well written, thank you. And thank you for your support.

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