A heart eche

The Heart dies a slow death , shedding each hop like leas until one day there're none....
No hopes, nothing remains....
She paints her face to hide her face,  her eyes are deep water...
It is not for here to want...
It is not for here to feel...
Shes an artist in the floating world,
She dances...
She sings...
She entertain you... Any way you want...
The rest is shadows,  the rest is secret.

Ιυκα.♥

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