Ah – the moving flow
Pulled me in
To deep, dark sanctuary
Where I wanted to lie my head
And listen to the whispered voice
Of those hushed words
Until thoughts of day drifted anon
And breath begat slumber
Until I, overcome
became lost in the glory
Of heavenly sleep
Described by some as an alien disguised as a beautiful earthling woman, inner peace in human form, and a tiny ball of fire, Gatlianne knew at a young age that she was different from her peers. Growin.. more..
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