I used to dream about you every single night! And I used to think: that's what happens when soul mates meet,but now I rarely feel your presence.And when I do, you're an accessory, not a companion.
I allow the winds of the world to blow through my very soul,admit the perils and foreboding's into my heart,I am pampered by my goddesses,betrayed by primitives,I love to live,live to love,life is my gamble,luck is my artform...
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