O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com
I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.
Friday, October 21
And I'm not being unsympathetic and inhumane by not running to check on what I thought would be a dead person. I didn't hear the scream of death.