Falling.
The store will be closing soon, and there is not much of an array remaining;
My flag blows so gently in the cold wind, and I recall the freedom that I once
Had, before becoming
Your
Slave...
Dwelling in a glass menagerie;
Nothing in this World equals the power of your intensity.
A dust storm is approaching...the street is abandoned but nearly; then again,
Zeus is usually tardy for me; I wait and wait and wait, and most of my time is
spent in a cold, grey cellar;
Then, I met you.
The anesthetic has worn off, but why does the moon lie to me? I fear not
Solitude, but ambiguity; i wonder if you are half the man you think you are...
And if I am all the woman you need...makes me wonder...
We need to find out ~
Not
Much
Time.
Come and visit my garden filled with wild violets; you do know that violets
Are atypical flowers... Will you still love me
With
My
Imperfections?
Come to me...
Kiss my body till it burns..
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