

DragonflyRed dragonfly wings lay on the ground, open wounds, surging and scarred, a shell of what you once wereDragonfly
and a reminder of what you'll never be.
Were you five doing cartwheels in corners or buying trinkets with spare change before cannabis colored stars lit your eyes?
Did the saints sprinkle golden glitter in your hair before senile eyes blinded themselves to your stolen innocence and they clutched their chests and died.
Twelve times in twenty years
I believed you were telling me truths and not running off to dark black alleys where
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It Was The Perfect Crime...
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Live and let live
r.i.p. Jenine
i have a willow work in my gallery
you should take a look...
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~What we do in life echoes in eternity. - Maximus
We mortals are but shadows and dust. - Proximo
Gladiator
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A donde es que miran???
si no pueden ver...
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