With nails the color of blood, lips the color of cherries, eyes the color of the sky; she stares into yours with an unmatchable intensity. You blink, not able to control yourself under her glare. The light reflects off her eyes making rainbows. Her beauty is irrestible. Time to succumb.
"Come as you are, as you were. As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As an old enemy." -Nirvana
Hands
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- Dear Reader (1)
- dear shrink (2)
- dreams (2)
- grafitti from facebook (4)
- links (1)
- make up (8)
- music (10)
- photos (5)
- questions (1)
- Quote of the Day (3)
- RIP (1)
- thoughts (35)
- wishlist (2)
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