All those alternatives proof to be complementary but they say sadness is poetry. Perhaps that is true but I'd prefer to pour love onto my deckled pages until it drenches it. To fall in love everytime even if a hard landing is awaiting me. To overlook the palimpsest and believe I could be better... be the many things am not. But first, I must learn to come round to that point of view.
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Abu Aeesh (
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