Stars
Holding Daisies
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#79
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Stars comes in, her arms full of scrolls of the night sky. Tired from her journey, she sits and rests her head on the table, covering her head with her arms.
She was hoping that the festival would give her time to relax and have fun, but so far this was not the case.
I would kill to be your clothes...
Cling to your body, and hang from your bones...
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Posted 10-27-2011, 05:42 PM
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