Where is he? Where is the man that will sweep me off my feet and look adoringly into my eyes. Where is this magic man? It is about time he shows up on my doorstep.
Oh, mystery man. Come here. Come here.
This young woman is tired of crying out her eyes over a man who broke her in two. I want you to be my prince and heal my wounds. Tell me you love me. Adore my sides.
I love beauty. And there's this solid brick of words of experience, stuck in my head. I want to write on it, somehow dissolve the mass, but I don't know where to start. Everything here is calm, aside from that.
Just some little lady spilling stories and poems from personal enlightening moments in space & time.
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