An amusing smile spreads across her face. Anticipation. Rouge painted on her cheeks. A shadow of her lipstick pressed on the virgin tissue. The table is set. She waits.
She Entertains; yet, the guests never arrive.
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Clock of Life: It’s Ticking
Clock of Life: It’s Ticking
I continue to seek the innocence within my beating heart. I, fear my days are limited. Maturity has set in my bones. Experiences have defined the blueprint within my face. Time continues to steal my gleeful spirit. Yet, the hope hidden within my heart pursues the Winsome of my youth.
