April 18, 2010
Once an angels face, now twisted with time. Golden locks turned grey, sparkling eyes lifeless, delicate flower now dead with age. For that is what time can do but not always, for from kindness is malise and from innocense is hatred, living is dead and cannot be revived. the heart is careful of the the cards it plays, continuing with this twisted game.

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