The mysterious woman of mystery and enigmatic, prismatic mistiness gave all of her loyalty points to the dog.
Sixteen years is a long time in politics. Youtube now provided the soft-tears soundtrack of sigh and swoon as the future went from one side of her compass to the other.
She had lost touch with herself, leapt and wept in the dark, swapped a handful of poems for… a handful of poems, then hid behind the voluptuous persona camouflage of a goddess.
All of which was fine by me so far. But then what, eh? Hmmm? Well?
Questions you can’t answer and don’t have to.
Smile.
Breathe.
Be beautiful.
Remain mysterious.
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