Her body flows in symmetry, she moves with the strings of her puppet master as the blood pumps to heart.
The silent melody of her cries echo throughout her body as her tears taste like salt.
Her dress flows through the wind as the songs of the mourning doves ring.
His eyes are like magnets to her soul that leads her to wherever he may go.
Inseparable never to be torn apart is the love of her masters heart.
-Lisamarie-
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