Phenyline

Mirror, mirror tell me please tell me all tell me why I dont die tell me why they all cry tell me why when I see a light when I am stuck tell me why I'm trapped in this hurricane

Estoy solo. Estoy aquí. Volando, aleteando, fantasmas del pasado vienen a bailar conmigo. ~o~o~o~ I am alone. I am here. Flying, fluttering, ghosts from the past come to dance with me.

She was impatient. The way she danced made it all too apparent. her steps were agitated and her hair swept across her shoulder briskly. Her mind was elsewhere as her feet moved in time to the hypnotic rhythm. He was there he had to be there. Her eyes were wide; searching. He promised they would dance together. Come. Come on . . . She willed him in her head. Come my way . . . She made the effort, the dainty swirl. The caress of her long skirt around her slender legs. The feel of the room. The spinning that made it impossible to think. To see. She was desperate and longing for an end. An end to the endless dream that was the dance. The curve

Dr. Kram had carried the statue a graceful way. Peeling to the right of the awkward stage. The crowd settled quietly as they watched the dancers onstage. They seemed to buzz. They seemed to fly. Their graceful movements decked in yellow and in black furisode. The racy Kyoto was strummed by bony digits. They jeered and excitement rose in the queen. She stepped up and held out her hands. Spread them wide for all to see. And her wing made a sweet sound. A sweet trace back through time. And they all danced. Their movements were ever so graceful, and ever so sweet. They need the bee. They need the beast. A gilded long statue. A high brow. A

le Gâteau If you looked through a high arching window of the queen's room in the Palace Versailles, you'd see life-sized doll placed in a chair of the most ornate kind. She held a stark red rose to her face and watched it through the mirror held before her. Her white teeth sparkled as pearls as she held the rose to her lips and to her delight found they matched in color. Waves of cascading crimson velvet draped over her porcelain arms and gold trinkets dangled from her delicate wrists. An intricate gold inlaid mirror was held up to her beautiful painted face. The mirror shook as if it shuddered from the queen's beauty, however the m