

He whispers like flowersI gave my soul to the devil after I broke my legs. Mama told me not to get too close to the edge, but I fell anyways, cracked my bones in fourteen different places and wheelchaired out of the hospital bowlegged as a spider, my victory cuts, and those bad ladies in the frills said I could never dance again. My legs didn't heal right. I tried to demi-pointe when I pulled my skirts above my thighs and showed the mirror the knobbed, throbbing veins, the rigid dents and puckered purple bruises. I bit my lip when my ankles shivered. I whispered to my feet to shape themselves into birds like they used to, grow svelte skeletonshapes and taper right iHe whispers like flowers
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Please do not submit random pictures.
Submit only your deviantArt.
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WARNING: I give lots of random hugs.
I randomly browse people's galleries and give them love. Beware, you might be next.
Meet someone new, visit a random deviant today! [link]
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WARNING: I give lots of random hugs.
I randomly browse people's galleries and give them love. Beware, you might be next.
Meet someone new, visit a random deviant today! [link]
Well it put the once club I was in out of business for about a month and we're now setting it up to get a new system.
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WARNING: I give lots of random hugs.
I randomly browse people's galleries and give them love. Beware, you might be next.
Meet someone new, visit a random deviant today! [link]
Thanks for all the time you put into keeping DA clean.
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"What is to give light must endure burning."
- Viktor Frankl
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