When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; – then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats

HAIR: TRUTH Margarita – Multitone 1

HEAD: GENUS Project – Genus Head – Baby Face W001 – Mocap

SKIN: <a href=”http://Go&See * Mainstore * Go&See * Candy * All Tones ~ Powder Pack

EYES: Avi-Glam– Pretty Eyes / Powder Pack December 2018 (Genus)

MAKEP: .ARISE. Running Mascara 2

LOOK: ~Blacklace~ Captivated: Black Widow w/ Lace Set-Omega

NAILS: [.G.]StilettoTipz// GLITZ- NOIR @ Cosmo


AZOURY – Arachnida Accessory @ Cosmo

POSE: Fireflies 6 by Fashiowl

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