Okay, this is the very weird, honest-to-God truth. Friday night I had a dream in which a girl whom I haven't seen for months, cut her long curly hair. Today I saw her, and her hair, which has been long and curly for the entirety of our acquaintance, had been cut in nearly exactly the style as in my dream. And when I asked her, she said she'd had it done on Friday.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
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About Me

- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.


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