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Jan 15, 2015

Footprints on the sands of time

I followed your trail through the ancient by lanes of my memory. I could see your footprints span across all my remembered life. I have never really trusted my memory. I forget more than I remember.

But of this I am sure, that those footprints are not from this life. These are from every life I have ever lived.

Jan 6, 2015

Fiery Fairy

I love your play. I love it when you stand close enough for me to breath in your Gucci. I love it when you lean on me, your hair falling on my shoulders and parts of you brushing against me. There are fires that burn without and the ones that burn within.

I love the way you control this combustion!

That City Girl

For me you have been a traveler The one who rides the oceans and the big blue seas Seeking experiences That can be framed into postcar...