- Haiku -
Ariel is my angel.
Kindred spirits.
Escape our cursed fate.
Our future together has been an 8 year courthouse debate.
The kidnapper belongs in a 6 feet underground crate.
A date she need not be late.
When are we supposed to be reunited?
At heaven's gate?
This world I hate.
Our souls it what it ate.
-Model -
Acrylic french tip nails, highlighted streaked hair. Glamourous vanity.
Thin as a rail.
Fabulous flair. New fashion to wear.
In admiration all eyes stare.
Posing for ******* is too transparent & bare.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
- Haiku -
Ariel is my angel.
Kindred spirits.
Escape our cursed fate.
Our future together has been an 8 year courthouse debate.
The kidnapper belongs in a 6 feet underground crate.
A date she need not be late.
When are we supposed to be reunited?
At heaven's gate?
This world I hate.
Our souls it what it ate.
-Model -
Acrylic french tip nails, highlighted streaked hair. Glamourous vanity.
Thin as a rail.
Fabulous flair. New fashion to wear.
In admiration all eyes stare.
Posing for ******* is too transparent & bare.
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