THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson
4 Comments:
OHKAY!! i gets it...never talk n drive...but i wanna know wat inspired dis suddenly...n im copying ur idea...loved it...ur just smart!!mwahs...oh d comics r funny...tho...also...ouch..
i hav already seen dese,.. had got dem as a mail..more like disadvantages of mobile fone..so yahaaa..
yea i knw Gail..lmao..itz soo cute
I sent u the mail Cuckud..i swear..real life cuckud only...
cheers
hahahahahahahaha.... funny yet cute...... mwahhh
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