The world portrays you as a gypsy outcast, the exotic dancer that flies around a room of lustful eyes. A sexual figure you are to them, they cast dollar bills to try to buy you a merrynight. They try to pour liquir into your mouth for motivation. To me; you are my princess, my crown goddess, pulling you out that shadowy world and into mine, your body is a temple, a temple to be worshiped and adored by ONE man away from sinister visions. You do not belong in a house filled with ghosts, goblins, and wandering spirits..but of serapths and cherubs.
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