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 | ..Observent of the masculine structure, labrums function into a blatant smirk, mocha complected being responding poignantly to his query. Digits splay illustriously in contrast to the deep mahogan counter top, whilst vocals flucuate from the atoned lyrics.. I'll have a shot ..Pate nods efficiently, causing the raven tassels to frame the facade regally, spilling with curve and poise from the regal crania as she awaits the order.. .x. Through the forests of the night .x. |
Alias..Kida Rinaldi Persuasian..Desired Persona..A rugged rogue, jaded vagrant, cynical and exotic...more beneath the surface only few have sought to find.. Seniority..17 winters endured Imagery..See above Tiger, tiger, burning bright, In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? When thy heart began to beat, What dread hand forged thy dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dared its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile his work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright, In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? --Wiliam Blake |