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Jan 23, 2010
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preparing for war
I asked him to drape me
in saffron robes
embossed with his magic,
he employed the staff of truth
and strobed my sight against time
I arose from sleep a maiden
and now,
return to slumber a warrior,
my flanks were beaten in the fray
and my sword lost,
but as blood trickled down my forehead
fear brought a gift from the ancients
~~~
I've cut my hair
and shaved my head,
a mongol
armored for war
my mouth tangs
incessantly
and I can taste blood
— Seren, Jan 23, 2010
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CyberSpace
16 years 4 months ago
fucking orsm baby I love
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
lol Should spank you for
Millage
16 years 4 months ago
JC
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Mile man
Nordic cloud
16 years 4 months ago
Dear dramatic Jayne
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Ann
Morgana Tragic…
16 years 4 months ago
WOW that’s amazing Jayne.
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Katie
Quillsvein1
16 years 4 months ago
Very evocative
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear GB
lyz
16 years 4 months ago
Got a lotta fight
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear One
Bonitaj
16 years 4 months ago
Whew Jayne!
Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Boni !! bloody good to see
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
We did not change as we grew