.Pen and Paper.Pen and Paper Hands stretch forward searching for some form of comfort. Glorious orbs only begin to show signs of panic, with lacking of such luck. Crystal droplets become slowly into creation, taking in forms of tears. The said circular formations freeze upon instant appearance. Pools, glazed over a dim watery haze, gaze outward into the bleak..Pen and Paper.
The extended limbs, once stretched out, suddenly dissipate and reform to hug the thin body. Said user wishes to reach out, again, in search of hope. The glazed orbs only widen as movement becomes distant with numbing limbs. Pale lips twist down and pry apart
.Sexy Men.
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<this space for rent>
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No matter how the wind howls, the mountain can not bow to it. -- emperor (Mulan)
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