Nature of a SpiritSweet blissful torture, Caressing painfully at every touch. Seducing with the pull of each string upon the mannequins. Warmth of ice enveloping. Spears and shields. Tangled webs. Masks hiding what's in plain sight. Rain spilling in opaque, crimson and blue. Thorns will always press and rip through the petals, Coaxing them into the earth. Seasons pass, the snow never melts. Searing knives mark trails to the abyss. Leaves signifying the winds change. Is there any surprise some wish to run away?Nature of a Spirit
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Playing games for the internet since 2008, and absent-minded since 1986.
... What?
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Playing games for the internet since 2008, and absent-minded since 1986.
... What?
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"the ultimate measure of a woman is not where she stands in moments of comfort and conveneince but where she stands at times of controversy and challenge"
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