2016-06-22 9:19:34 am by
ˑeXploitˑ in category General
She's quiet, private and reserved, but when she walks into a room trailed by a subliminal sonic boom, everybody knows that she's there.
She has the look of both predator and prey, she's the rose and the thorn, the night and the dawn.
Her eyes shimmer like moonlight on a summer pond, a kaleidoscope of colours spiraling off into infinity, a contradiction of sentiment; a riddle of...
