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With the choice of a thousand mirrors it was almost impossible for her to choose just one. Some were filled with jealous glances always trying to compete. For centuries now her little kingdom was strewn with broken mirrored glass. There wasn’t a safe corner she knew it was her own fault always trying to tiptoe…

With a thousand year old stare I assume I am just like you, we notice the tiniest of changes. Someone around me once handed me my first novel and read it like I was pushing my first addiction. My reading voice was too new to recognize why you had me reading the Claiming of Sleeping…

The very nature of this the pretty girl, has been locked set up and carved in stone step by step for centuries now. Nothing needs to be held out, playing the sensitive part of being all wrapped up in the warm Indie sunshine making love. She’s a natural ever lasting cause for feverish skin. Underneath…

From the spoils of  simply knowing, love always, conquers and rules the day. Soon, I’ll have her near my sensitive side. Curled and cupped up close against each and every day. These are the stars or lofty dreams that I’ve talked about. Such desires must live alongside her eyes too. And for the first real time…

The triangle she dug without ever knowing,  she wanted to do everything exactly perfect so there were no more slip-ups. The edge she clung to closes earlier and earlier each year, but with each new month the expectations grew. The weight of just getting by the downward pressure having to balance out of control cards…