That night I took hold of his hand,
he held it as if he was reminiscing
on what connection felt like,
before he let go,
as though my veins were roots,
burrowing into the palm
of his secrets.
Eclectic images of fantasy, freedom, darkness and reason. Its about fishnets, tragedy in heels, mischief in the garden, losing oneself in the reeds, the treasure under the rock, the eroticism found in the darkest corners, black lace lingerie, the seduction of your soul and not to mention your body, storybook tales, words unspoken, the light in your soul and me.
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"This game started with a pretty house. A pretty bus with no driver. A pretty box... and a pretty girl. "-Love me if you dare
"I like to look for things no one else catches."-Amelie
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