It was always there,
Rejecting, surving the test of time.
Torture, bliss, pain.
Always defying, smiling, crying.
Never aroused by emotion,
Never giving into temptation.
Not today, neither tomorrow.
But if greater forces were to try...
No. Not today, not tomorrow.
The barrier.
The price, fixed.
One with more power, tomorrow...
Tomorrow.
Her rosary on She moved along the rows, to the first bench He was now CEO, a higher notch. Immediately he looked, She pulled. He ignored, She pulled. She pulled, Now it pushed. Outside, The nice smiles, Just a cline . Ngina's was nearer And cheaper. He heaved, And panted, She lay, He left a sign. Now alone, No Sermon, She tries, Pushes, Cries, And slowly dies.
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