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Sep 03, 2009
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the lady is a forest
*and we can't see her for the trees*
She wears amber on black,
like they are complimenting colors,
and we all stand and stare in awe.
She is a rule bender, the exception.
She only grows moon flowers in her garden
like they are more than just a rare weed
and we all gather on that night
as she kneels, her hands cupping the bloom.
She weeps and ink flows down her cheeks
like she is a paper doll come undone
and we help her strike the match
as she tears at the walls
of her cardboard kingdom.
— theladyblue, Sep 03, 2009
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theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
Hello annoymous voter...
Diatom Shells
16 years 9 months ago
wow..
theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
You know...
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Emarie
theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
Jayne
orgami
16 years 9 months ago
I think I wait for Seren
theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
Thanks O~
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Hi
theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
Lyz
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
you have real style woman & glorious oomph beneath sweet subtlet
theladyblue
16 years 9 months ago
oh anni...
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
I am glad to read you whenever you do cajole that cheeky devil
Ink Dragon
16 years 8 months ago
Emarie,
orgami
16 years 8 months ago
was listening to "Doors" and "Swimming Horses" Siouxsie Sioux
Electric Blue
16 years 4 months ago
The Lady is the Forest
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
The use of cliche
theladyblue
16 years 5 months ago
I am glad...
orgami
16 years 5 months ago
re return
Electric Blue
16 years 5 months ago
The Lady is a Forest
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Emarie
chrisbyrne
16 years 5 months ago
Haunting!