She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle.
Purgatory said,
February 22, 2006 @ 4:03 pm
no we know 🙂
Your Battlefield said,
February 22, 2006 @ 9:00 pm
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Your Battlefield said,
February 24, 2006 @ 3:58 pm
you have no clue…simple as that.