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
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looks very cute hun.. noticed the red lipstick alsoo.. back to red eh? or is it that u never left it :P last test day tomm.. whippieee...
Thanks.
I never parted with the red lipstick. New addition to the wardrobe is the bloody nail-polish, erhm literally! It's deep red, almost blood red.
Red is not a colour I fancy, however these days it's beginning to grow on me!
OOhhh!! Awesomeness!
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