She was elusive.
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board
like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
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Feb 01, 2019 02:37AM
"Say You'll Never Let Me Go" UPDATES:-still editing grammar (I forgot all about that)-making it less cringy -working on the next part tonight!!if y'all have any ideas for the next SYNLMG part ple...View all Conversations
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