Nov 2013
Colors And Naughty Whispers:
In nineteen forty-three she was born. She was a colorful child full of laughter. The world itself was not ready for her ,so she was darkness burden. As time went on books became foreign and words were lost in translation.
Men didn't want to dine her, yet the flesh was good enough to water. Her absence of information opened up to warm lies, and then she gave birth to a *stranger.
In nineteen forty-three she was born. She was a colorful child full of laughter. The world itself was not ready for her ,so she was darkness burden. As time went on books became foreign and words were lost in translation.
Men didn't want to dine her, yet the flesh was good enough to water. Her absence of information opened up to warm lies, and then she gave birth to a *stranger.
