WhiteshadoW: WANING CRESCENT MOON'S KISS A COLD NIGHT WAS STOLEN BY THE MOON SHADOW; HUGE PAPER TREE'S SHADOW SWAYS BACK AND FORTH; AS THE WANING CRESCENT MOON SURPRISE A LADY BY KISSING HER LIPS A LITTLE AND GENTLE BY MEANS OF ITS LIGHT THAT PASS THROUGH THE SPACE WHERE SHE STANDING PROMPTLY. A LADY IN LONG BUTTERFLY ORIENTED, LILAC WARDROBE DOWN TO HER TOES; FELT THE WANING CRESCENT MOON'S KISS WAS REAL... WHISPERED... "IS THAT A REAL KISS FROM YOU MOON?" AS SHE KEPT ON WONDERING, SHE THEN SLOWLY WALK., WALK UNTIL SHE GETS INTO A PLACE WHERE SHE CAN LOOK CLOSELY AT THE CRESCENT MOON., STILL WONDERING WHAT WAS THAT FEELING. IS SHE IN LOVE WITH THE MOON'S KISS OR IT'S THE MOONLIT SHADOW SHE WAS AMAZED. A CONCLUSION STARTS TO LINGER ON HER FIDDLY MIND.... |
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WhiteshadoW: INK by: ~White shadoW~ A FRIEND is like an INK.., It comes with different colors There are those who are unique ; There are those who are simply amazing; But there are those who splotch; And there are those who blot easily; But there is only one kind who gives an `ASTOUNDING SCRIPTS` And it really fits to a QUILL.., Lucky a person maybe if he got a special INK like this... |
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