• feeltheword 5w

    A thimble falls to the floor; rolling, tumbling, wood rumbling, echoing through the hall.

    Fine black lace, her sacred space ,worship it forevermore.

    Spin the wheel , she cuts a deal, blood spills to the floor.

    Satin skin, the beauty within, her light you cannot escape.

    Your velvet touch, she knows it all too much that nature has sealed her fate.

    Hearts entwined, like twisted vines , only Providence truly knows the way.

    Art by : Nadezda
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    Spin the wheel , she cuts a deal, blood spills to the floor.

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