My lips were stained
From the Merlot
And all I could think
Was that one day soon
They’d again be the color
Though stained by bruises
Left from fervent lips
Instead of wine
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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