"Dear You,
'what was i thinking'
--
barely yours,
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
4 smoke wisps:
Hahaha certainly amusing :)
woooo..... <3
;)
ps - I personally loved the previous template more... it suited the feel ...
Changes here :).
Long overdue comment.
Super-Super playlist. Thank you, for the songs.
And write-ups are brilliant( no the "usual blog comment type brilliant, but real brilliant) and you know that I suppose . :)
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You whisper your name... but i can't hear it.