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nella -> The woman in the mirror. (2/8/2005 10:36:29 AM)
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Ok, i will try my hand at a poem, pleese dont shoot me on sight, i know i am not a poet and that it probably is horribel.
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The face i see in the mirror,
a normal face, not butiful, but not ugly either, i find myself liking the eyes,
it is the face of a young woman, standing there, alone and unsure.
In her mind fly emotions and desires she do not understnad,
in her chest beats a harth full of passion,
but who is she?
Is the woman in the mirror, just another girl,
another person destined to get married and breed, and then meet her death in some matter, fair for horribel?
Is she the budding Occultist, reading her books unthil her eyes bleed, trying to gather wisdom from them?
Or is she a thing to be given to others for their use?
Indeed, what is she?
The woman in the mirror closes her eyes, dreaming of a white dress and becoming one whit her true love.
The woman in the mirror smile, she places adorments on her body, symbols and stones, to help her and protect her during the day.
Then before leving the woman in the mirror takes a surdy leather restraint and wrap it around her white troat.
But who is she?
The woman in the mirror is me,
a future wife,
a witch,
and a helpless submissive in her Masters arms,
and so much much more,
for what are we all, save fasets in the mirror.
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