(thoughts in two minutes of emotional madness)
If the wind would not have blown,
I would not have known, that
Such a fragrance exists.
With the wind gone, i'll burn the
Hearth and let the fire make merry.
In my smoked palms you would
No longer be-- a provocation
For you to come back and
Dab me again, this time
With another fragrance.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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hw many times do you die before your final death
Beautiful ❤️
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