Oh I tire of life with the mundane, how I long to be in the world of the Faye
In that land of terrifying beauty and grace, I can not know pain
From our mortal veins spill fiery rage, from art the Fayes' blood does not feign
To dance for eternity to the elven mage is better than being trapped in this human cage
~Florence Marina Faye
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A Girl's Collection of Bad Poetry.
PoetryA collection of my poetry, ranging from jumbled thoughts, ethereal, hormonal and everything in between... It's a glimpse of what goes on in this hurricane of mind of mine.
