

A meeting at the CafeMEETING AT THE CAFEA meeting at the Cafe
She looks down at her hands
Picks away at the last little bits of
black polish left on her unkempt nails.
The Aroma of sweet caffeine and wonderful sweets so good it suffocates and distracts her from all of her nervousness
The door continually opens, each insignificant time she looks up, and is left with the bitter feeling of disappointment [I hate it when he's late]
Back to picking She bites her soft cherry lips glances out beyond the sea of faces and brown glossy surfaces slender and sleek bodies all a


Another SundayANOTHER SUNDAYAnother Sunday
She sits in the stiff drafty chapel.
Holding on for dear life with a single prayer. Cold and empty Deep dark eyes, pools & droplets.
Kneeling, ever humble. Glistening white, like the fresh snow that is outside. Hands neatly folded, as this woman prays, Rainbow panes, cast demon shadows that reach every corner angels sadly glance down upon her crown She violently fingers through the bible where the truth is printed in black and bold, as if it were carved in stone.
Scriptures and proverbs entwixt themselves in her mind. A sweeping draft
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~Moon of Wind~
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flattery will get you everywhere.
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'.: Gallery [link] :.' ~ '.: Commission [link] :.'
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[x].змо.вυииїз.[x]
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I need you to send a Trill message to some & a subliminal one to others about throwing rocks & then hiding your hand business. Please let them know that we're gonna give'em what they asked for.--J Prince
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