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12-05-2012, 04:17 AM
Like the crow in a forest of snow and blood, Pollock
painted you well, my dear.
Between gnarled branches and charred roses, your
beloved self is growing into a tangle of
thorns and twisted ways.
Perhaps if you had been placed in an
environment more gentle, your
mask wouldn't have been necessary.
Perhaps, if you answered the
call of friendship the
toil from times past can be forgotten, and
the gentleness known to hide
beneath those shaded layers
will be given a chance to bloom.
painted you well, my dear.
Between gnarled branches and charred roses, your
beloved self is growing into a tangle of
thorns and twisted ways.
Perhaps if you had been placed in an
environment more gentle, your
mask wouldn't have been necessary.
Perhaps, if you answered the
call of friendship the
toil from times past can be forgotten, and
the gentleness known to hide
beneath those shaded layers
will be given a chance to bloom.
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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