| What? You looked at me so suspiciously, as if I gave you only half of the promised kingdom from what we had… nothing left,- just demolished like a castle out of sand, although doors were wide open, invited to enter… I still keep the sea shells with the scales- haven't thrown into fire, not to mention to wear it… | |||
Could wear and use, have to watch where you enter as some can light the fuse.
ReplyDeletekinda sad...makes me think of marriages ending...of the anger and disputes that happen int he after over who gets what...the keeping of the tangible memories like the shells...there is def something to that...
ReplyDeleteha...real kingdoms can't be divided really..and justly..
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