![]() PowerA Poem by ChloeShe smiles within the incline of a shadow Silver lined eyes of judgment scope an unfamiliar form The passing lift of a brow indicates further amusement With the knowledge of what is to come Blood tipped nails leave the familiar color in their wake The unfamiliar form beckons to the call Within the arched form of ache She reaps the relinquished control © 2013 ChloeAuthor's Note
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