Dear Morgana,
What subtleties have opened the neglegent eyesore of said abominations, and reclaiming the idoloters of leperous conditions, took to impart the gracious malaise of the subtlest art? By this I am to suggest that there is an abundant awareness that thrives on the half light, and slowly cowers in the grass to await the decaying pronounement of a thorn. This ingracious meal of an imp can be anywhere at any time; often smiling through the eyes of your neighbor. Was it something in the water? No, the prediliction is far to obvious, and begins to register a sinister nerve, desiring none to console, until the gun metal shines like obese planets upon the huntress eyes hidden deep within the valley of my mind.
Love,
~S~
What subtleties have opened the neglegent eyesore of said abominations, and reclaiming the idoloters of leperous conditions, took to impart the gracious malaise of the subtlest art? By this I am to suggest that there is an abundant awareness that thrives on the half light, and slowly cowers in the grass to await the decaying pronounement of a thorn. This ingracious meal of an imp can be anywhere at any time; often smiling through the eyes of your neighbor. Was it something in the water? No, the prediliction is far to obvious, and begins to register a sinister nerve, desiring none to console, until the gun metal shines like obese planets upon the huntress eyes hidden deep within the valley of my mind.
Love,
~S~
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