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That this was me:
Invictus
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
And this Catholic School Girl Gone Bad turned FemDom PhoneSex Goddess…whispers a prayer, a thank you. Someone knows and that is enough. That is everything.
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But earlier I was up to much mischief. A Savant from my collection (and who shall remain nameless tonight because I just think it’s best) stopped by to check out the action and noted: It…is..well, it’s like intruding upon a bevy of Artemis’ wood nymphs cavorting.
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And in between all the myrth and merriment, I chatted with the wondrous Lyndee, kinda-sorta went to the gym, was sent to the principal’s office and even talked dirty now and then.
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Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Awww, Angie gurl…I just feel so at home here at Zen!! I eagerly anticipate, with legs crossed, your next entry! I cum (or, something like that) here because the couch is so comfy and the writings so captivating and exciting….oops, I feel my legs slipping!
Poetry and passion are just two of the ingredients that make up the Angelic soul. My mistress, my english teacher, my devilsaint – she always inspires and this entry is no exception. Love you.
The Phoenix has risen.
She has indeed risen, SlutMunch. And what a site to behold.
Very pretty.