Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Madam

Madam seems to be lost without love in her life, she sits still as if she is numb to touch, the absence of seeing a life with another. Hurt, tears and anger built upon what at one point was soft, so soft one could pierce with the slightest of touches. Vulnerable indeed she needed masking, unfortunate she never found that first love that love that could gradually grow with her, adding layers slowly to prevent a sudden burst, moulding each other as if swayzie and moore were her models of good practice....
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