From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

Rolls royce

Not all cars can take you to places you want to see there are actually very few that match up with our glee. They say these cars are Rolls royce farther in reach than the sun it would be perfectly true if no one ever had one. Many actually have found theirs gifted in their…