Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Wildfire Eyes
Wildfire eyes, and the heat just keeps on heating, to be lateral, is just to cower, in a fear, in the world of togetherness, so there can be no question, can there?
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