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Nov 2013
I am only driven by the insatiable flagrance of things like flesh and smiles, holding hands and setting suns. Without these intrinsic, ritualistic motivations life remains cold and dark; like a land that has never felt the warm carress of a life giving breeze. It's the small things and the immeasurable that grasp me, things like space beyond sight and sight beyond rational.
Written by
Jordan
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