Amanda Tataryn - no hands pants on - I had to… bahahhaha!!!

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Purdy pink….
Short Tale

Long since the words revealed itself upon the digital imprint of this callous cyber world,
Only to recite the emotion of an organic beating vessel,
What sight, touch, ideas, and emotions was done cannot be undone,
Buried deep within the confine is the heart that pales,
It wants no part of tragic, guilt, regrets, and wants,
Yet comes a golden wheat from the fields of barley,
A shimmering shine that sheds the walls that held strong for so long,
Where the sun stood in its jealous sky could not have moved the earth that day,
No conviction was greater,
Terms of emotions was consulted, and revolted,
Whether intentions or intended, it was never neglected,
Like a tale from the silver screen,
Et tu, Brute?

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