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You call me beautiful. I don’t feel beautiful. When I look into the mirror. I don’t see what you see. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say. I see flaws. How do I see what you see when you look at me? May I borrow your eyes? I want to see what … Continue reading Beauty is in the Eye
The surface is calm.The occasional shower passes through.The sun shine returns.All is calm.The surface calm hides the storms raging out of control below.Lava bubbles and swells.Threatening to erupt.The lava is pushing to the surface through the small cracks and fissures barely visible to the naked eye.Temperatures are rising.The pressure is building.Will the world erupt?
Breathe in my scent Whisper my name Come to me my love As we dance the night away Wake with a soft sign My name on your lips Dream of me my sweet prince
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