A little poem written for, and dedicated to, me... last night.
(Mind you, the kind that has thorns,)
She has an awful, terrible power:
Her proud beauty she need not adorn.
She bends man's will unto her own,
Until the earth is wont to groan
Beneath her cruel flesh and bone
In guise of gracious form."
~Ruby Hopkins
My sister.
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Genius....
"And llllloving it...."
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