

This timeI hung up the phone,This time
Our last conversation.
Seconds fly away from me, I pay them no attention.
The seconds group together,
Clusters of minutes surround me.
Still, I do not mind.
Minutes mutate,
To form hours. My heart's light still shines.
At my feet,
A pool of hours collects. A day is formed, I carry on, undeterred.
One singe day,
Met with another, Then another.
My heart grows heavy,
The weight of neglect.
A sour lonliness,
Enveloping.
You forgot me again.
KoutoubiaII
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13 thorns entwining round my soul, reflections scaring, time repairing, the past is dark, but constantly healing, so throw me away and do what you will, as i am here in my own world, and you cant hold me down anymore.
hope you enjoy my stuff.
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sexy.shit.
sexy.shit.
Thanks for meandering through my gallery and +faving Boundless. . . .
Be Well,
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-- I have no slogan. . .
xx
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.:A closed mind is empty but an open mind is full:.
.:Love is a tyrannie that benefits the loved never the lover.: from The Venus Conspiracy By Michael Cordy
Stroll throught my gallery [[link]
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photography is more than a click....
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the world will see only the mask you hide behind till it shatters
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What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
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