We are fairies in the wind
Slowly disloving to dust
Angels carrying us on their backs
The farthest corner within our touch
Yet we are locked in a personal dungeon
Seperated by bars of bigotry
From the dust of the fairies we're finding
They were vaporized by harsh reality
Know this now- Vanity is death
Over indulged by our unstylish forefathers
And what now have we become
When we breathe then become the fairys dust?
Slowly disloving to dust
Angels carrying us on their backs
The farthest corner within our touch
Yet we are locked in a personal dungeon
Seperated by bars of bigotry
From the dust of the fairies we're finding
They were vaporized by harsh reality
Know this now- Vanity is death
Over indulged by our unstylish forefathers
And what now have we become
When we breathe then become the fairys dust?
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myeviltwin:
yeah, I gues at first on e could think I was talking about a tattoo! But I have enough ink across my back, and I don't think I could afford to get sleeved anytime soon. So I just have to stick to the knit kind. 
suzy_kabloozy:
Hello sweetie ... now I know who you are. I was a little confused by the IM, but now I'm tracking! Have a great day, beautiful. 