Tuesday, 19 July 2011


She stares at nothing.
Purple skies, grey water to quinch her wet thirst.
Warm caresses and strokes her mind is racing first,
Woman on the well gimme the flowing gold.
Mirror mirror by the lake who's the fairest of them all?

Welcome to my world, drink from my potion..... help me to help u see what I don't.
Let's find the way together.

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