Her Legs

Untiled The winds blow but I stand still silent. Where to go? No WhereUntiled
For you are my only home. My safe haven the quiet I seek from the painful noise.
I am silent, silent because I seek the unknown pure
pleasure, enchantment golden, blissful love.
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Andrew
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Andrew
Cheers,
Lani
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Write prose? ~simplyprose
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The End Has Not Yet Been Written.
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Run Kid Run
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l°l dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today l°l
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"...Whole body bling like 3PO..."
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Dennis M. | visual poetry on detail24.net | prints
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