Saturday, July 7, 2007Caesar's PuppetI held her hand and walked her to her waiting chariot the one that would steal her in the night from my love but her grip was fierce fear was a well of tears that echoed goodbye forever so like a camera she caught me in her lens snapping photographs to create postcards her porcelain skin red and... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 11:33 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |