
I would never allow that, she says.
(She never thought she would either)
but normalcy is creeping.
Walk a mile in her shoes,
smile masking defeat.
Look past the shell,
past the barbs,
past the
front.
I would never allow that, she says.
(She never thought she would either)
but normalcy is creeping.
Walk a mile in her shoes,
smile masking defeat.
Look past the shell,
past the barbs,
past the
front.
Ooh! Deliciously enigmatic and intriguing in the extreme.