A whisper, those were the days when a word from your lips was all to my poor craving soul, you seduced me into an existence far from normal or pleasant.Do I still feel the need of your blood demanding kisses? Till the day I die.Do I still feel the need of your empty promises? As much I need air to keep on living.You are a demon, walking on these mortal paved streets as you have nothing to lose and the entire world to gain, we are your paws, play at your amusement.
A girl running, she hears them shouting behind her but does she care?The buildings seem to touch the skies as she looks up, her feet never stopping (are they still behind her? I don’t know but the freedom from this non stopping race is giving, Oh I wish I could run for decades so I could feel the delight time gives).Her trenchcoat flows softly, her hair finally rests against her shoulders for she has reached the top of the city and from there she can see what she always wanted: The Gates to Heaven.
A spell gone wrong and now look where we are? I lost the map and you can’t figure out the fastest way to leave this place.Play with magic and this is what you get but you as any witch so brilliant, make the best of what the tiniest details that cause a simple sentence to send us to world outside of our imagination give us because the quest has started and now we must save this strange world.
Bright colors, that’s what she wears, it distracts her enemies from her true motives.Under her pink skirt (could we call it pink? It’s so bring and strong…), she has daggers (”girls like you love to play with knives… Don’t cut yourself dear, don’t mess up your pretty face”) and she has known them for years, they are a girl’s best friend.She outshines the night lights, woman of the night shines so vivid, she is a valley girl, watch out you might catch her.
Cookies fresh from the oven, chocolated dips in your hands and you already have a stain on your shirt.It’s delicious and worth any moment of your day or your finest clothes, this is home.Tea is served to the point of burning the fingertips that touch it but it’s like having a storm in your hands and ready to be absorved, this is home.Rain makes its presence known outside but it doesn’t matter, you are finally home.
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