When mice are made of men, what price is paid? And then, when it comes to telling truth, how much is enough proof? Is in the pudding where you would bring it all to the end? We come and are still friends in the sticky aftermath of accomplishment.
Two sides to each story reside in her glory knowing not what is next now serving number thirty-one the damage has been done can't finish what's begun and only the free will let you be
Still sporting the evidence of his kiss, she lies still, knowing all too well what she was destined to miss. Faded bliss fated this. He stated his, but she misunderstood. His suicide knew this eye would leak, streak her dark hair darker. Light from an imploded star illuminates her present as her radiance will glow for the future.
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