Vivian wore too much makeup; she had a big mouth that ran like the ocean into the south of the Americas where peace comes too slowly and sovereinty loves with cold rain flow. Mirages of birds and things that fly way up in the sky search for a reflection while high on life an other substances we share while we watch monsters looking back in prayer. Fountains of youth spring forth promise miracles, hope, love and charity in a lair's truth sinning for the souls they keep under lock and key wishing on a diamond sun in Lucy's sea. Vivian said things which were of false fabrications that left us feeling cathartic in sensations of chills crawing up our back like a spider racing along the grooves of a door frame in attack. Bells ring in a catherdral telling all who will listen that Lord Jesus, Holy God on High has risen with intentions of frogiving human kind for bad things that eat up pure thoughts in our mind.
Jennifer
2000
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