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My love goes everywhere in sandals wearing abalone at her throat. She calls herself a commoner, but I know she is a goddess from an older, fiercer order of things, a warrior woman struggling to be free. When she laughs the birds listen. When she touches me, my heartbeat slows. She says what she means and knows what she knows. Unafraid of who she is, she takes herself wherever she goes. My love in sandals, walking. ~mce
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
My Love In Sandals Walking
My love goes everywhere in sandals wearing abalone at her throat. She calls herself a commoner, but I know she is a goddess from an older, fiercer order of things, a warrior woman struggling to be free. When she laughs the birds listen. When she touches me, my heartbeat slows. She says what she means and knows what she knows. Unafraid of who she is, she takes herself wherever she goes. My love in sandals, walking. ~mce
for Weezy
mike-essig
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
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