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2012 | 3 months ago La Petite Aventure.
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2012 | 3 months ago 0 | Uploaded on February, 21,
2012 | 3 months ago - "Do you think that whores have feelings? And why do you think they do it?"
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2012 | 3 months ago
Mask.
It became my refuge.
The low with the low.
I ran to it, cherished it to my breast.
We stuck together, the weak protecting the weak.
I saw right through it.
Stripped off the eluding mask, regal pose, tough exterior.
I broke through it, peeling off the skin that no longer fit.
I pulled the mask off.
And there standing before me,
I sensed the vulnerability, Hands in pocket, back arched.
I saw the longing in his eyes, I saw the fear.
My mother had told me that eyes were a window to the soul.
And there standing amidst the sea of people,
I truly understood the ineffable.
The pride was a veil for his insecurity,
The words, a tomb.
The joy, tinged.
A kind of charade.
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2012 | 4 months ago
“ Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.
Mark TwainÂ
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