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*I do not know her given name. Everyone called her Misty Perhaps because she floated unnoticed in a foggy ethereal calm . He noticed her quiet countenance and he controlled her every thought. Powerful strong controlling Misty disappeared even further into the vapor that was her. She followed him like cargo to be taken places. Never to choose for herself When I looked into her ice blue eyes seeing the sadness she held inside. The need to be herself dying within her. People would say of them What does he see in her? She’s so laid back and dreamy. She has nothing to offer. Just a flat personality. Then one day she broke free from him Traveled to places she had only seen in glossy travel brochures and magazines. She had adventures in other places that were not even in travel magazines. Places she once thought she would never ever go to. Well! Not on her own anyway.*
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
They called her Misty
*I do not know her given name. Everyone called her Misty Perhaps because she floated unnoticed in a foggy ethereal calm . He noticed her quiet countenance and he controlled her every thought. Powerful strong controlling Misty disappeared even further into the vapor that was her. She followed him like cargo to be taken places. Never to choose for herself When I looked into her ice blue eyes seeing the sadness she held inside. The need to be herself dying within her. People would say of them What does he see in her? She’s so laid back and dreamy. She has nothing to offer. Just a flat personality. Then one day she broke free from him Traveled to places she had only seen in glossy travel brochures and magazines. She had adventures in other places that were not even in travel magazines. Places she once thought she would never ever go to. Well! Not on her own anyway.*
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
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