the last of herA Poem by freelancejousterhindered only by psychological creatures and an annoying conscience with a bad attitude she watched the rocks crumble around her feet with something like bemusement and a drug-addled smile upon her translucent face. she knew, were she in a lesser state of mind that she might just be tempted to traverse the invisible bridge which lay before her bedazzled stiletto-clad feet into the great perhaps. though. upon reconsidering, she doubted that she'd been in much lesser a mental state than quite recently and she felt as if her feet wanted to slip anyway. my god, were those shoes expensive. © 2012 freelancejousterFeatured Review
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Added on March 29, 2012Last Updated on April 14, 2012 AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more.. |

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