

The Green Ribbon As the sun disappeared behind the old, red house, Rafaela folded the letter and tucked it away. Perching on the end of her bed, a peaceful expression crept over her, as she contemplated the life that she once knew; watching as it walked away. She was overwhelmed by a new sensation.The Green Ribbon by ~Jeremiad
Happiness.
Not the innocent joviality of youth that we all possess somewhere inside us. Nor the contentment that makes an adults life bearable. A happiness much stronger, much wilder, concealed somewhere deep within. Playing hide and seek, teasing out the insecurities, yet caressing. A cliché she had shunned, a joke she had laughed at.
Love.
Now it
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"Poetry is the perfume of the soul." - Otep Shamaya
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"Poetry is the perfume of the soul." - Otep Shamaya
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and the host let me use it.
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"Poetry is the perfume of the soul." - Otep Shamaya
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"I am the architect of my own destruction"
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