

NymphaliadeaThe bud bloomedNymphaliadea
and the petals a burning orange, like a savannah sunrise against charcoal silhouettes, became the beauty of the Nymphalidea Butterfly.


Running On Empty Prison gates won't open up for me/ On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'Running On Empty
From the trees I watch my mother weep. Shes in a black dress, and not the kind that you wear because you feel sexy in it. No, shes not wearing it as a fashion statement. On one side is Billy Black and on the other my brother. Both in


Lipstick JungleIt was easy at the start, glittery nail polish and glossy lips, the components for primary schoolLipstick Jungle
beauty. A frilly dress and a hair ribbon, you had the look of perfection.
they say girls mature faster than boys Cherry red axing the glitter and gloss, replacing cotton with fishnets
and open toe heels.
Hemlines grow shorter, changing giggles to pouts. SPF5? Cancer never looked so great, with bronze as the new porcelain,
the sun kissed look.
Replacing plastic beads
and jellies, with pearls and sling backs -&


Orphic LullabyListen to the whispers, and close your eyes followingOrphic Lullaby
the weeps from Orphic lullabies. Let Thantos lead the way, to the fields of light, across the
river woe.
A C H E R O N
Hum while you wander in there, for only fairytales speak in rhymes
skipping the melody.
Following the nightingales tweet to Eurydice, walk hand in hand,
with no glance back.

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