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What a beautiful weapon she is. She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight, The softest, sweetest bringer of night, And all with a teasing kiss. What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.  
Grey nose, white tail. Soft feet hop down the trail. At the end a light. Shining in the night. Who sits there at the end? Grey nose, white tail.  A girl covered in a black veil.
A bridge among barricades A bird among bears Love is free, love is peace Trust from a tired heart Energy from an exhausted mind Love connects, love supports
A soft little kitten My finger he has bitten Yet I simply grin. I hold him tenderly Hoping he'll purr to me Sleeping under my chin.   Striped oranger face and white paws
A spiral of roots       calms a             tortured soul—    one whose mind is clouded with              worry
It's Kind It Knows No Enemies It Thinks No Evil It Rejoices Truth   It Believes All It Never Fails It's not Faith or Hope It's Love.
  Loved Unconditionally SS <3             Mystery women             Profound and grand in nature             Like a jewel
Under the willow tree, you kissed me we danced we hugged we picked the small leaves. Under the porch roof, you held me we whispered we giggled we wondered about the wood.
Blissful weights on fluttering lashes, soothing kisses of wonderlands untold, where the rules of the world crumble to ashes and the most sacred of treasures you too can hold. Gently slipping into enveloping black,
She used to be so soft spokenNow she puts up a front acting all toughRaged because she feels usedAnd the world owes her something for leading her too be fooled and pulled into the reality of the true ending of a fairy tale
Bricks are made for building Made for making chaos out of glass Their purpose overlaps And sunshine's really soft Until it's fire on your skin And tucked away when the night begins
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