leaving me behind breathless -- and then, there is Mr.X..... in
half seconds... and worldly strong arms closing in all around me.... I do not know, I said with a savage, obstinate , desperate expression of humility........
I know that cherubims are hymning... and i think matchbox and open it .... light erupts ..... and again, I think, Mr. X... can you take me to him.... as sometimes, feel lost.... in the mist
the wounded dark sister presses against Mr. X like a bruise.... a lost one... to be found.... perhaps a treasure..... only you can tell if you dare... but there is no one like X ---
Wearing:
Poet's Heart
Sister
Nightfall and Sister Nightfall head piece
Skin:
Morphine Quin
Jewelry -
Zuri Rayna Jewelry
Hair - Diva
- Mua
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