T Terrible

Added not one word. compared to works im worse. far travles the voice of power. bundled under her shirt a sheltered puppy. As raindrops fell in celestial whispers i could hear the child inside her crying. Yet her head set in a proud look. not a bad thing could be said of her face. Nor could i tolerate any man to speak bad about her. A breeze blows the cutrain floats i feel a sudden change of equallibriam as Justice prevails my senses once again must be in the sixth sense. She sees past me images of finding her real self. Lost is to me is the cause of this. As eyes pierce me in every direction. she enjoys an honest conversation as rare as they are