She draws the cape tighter around her curvacious body. you can see the life spill out of her eyes. even when they are dull they seem to hide this glowing fire akin to cold winter nights.
Nothing is ever for free, nothing is ever for nothing. Things didn't just happen in vain. As music rolls in I see a landscape appearing, the landscape of my life. It's not just a jungle. It's been souldscaped, so to say. There were things happening, that scaped and shaped my soul.
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