It was that lady who shared our simplicity in our eyes. At night we looked deep in the sky and saw what the world defined. She asked for the who’s, the where’s and the why’s, but in respond we only empathize. The aspiration has been hiding with her allies; “while moving counterclockwise and breaking that rose thorn while hypnotized”, she asked herself “had I reason otherwise?”. Though its impossible to imagine what we can do without the beauty at rise we hope that the flower never dies. So we search for the colour in between the lines and find that firefly not far away from paradise. She got separated from her soul first fight domination. Looking in the eyes of men while her eyes and lips spoke in flirtation. Ought to get the beauty of Venus with the strength of Athena; The power off will wil always have her salvation.

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