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The rocking chair   a paradise for termites   front porch pictures portraying    love are nebulous within her eyes     she busks in the moment     the delightful smell     of the efflorescent     garden being the front-row    sit to memories of young   lovers, a vestige of ecstacy lost with time   Frazzled by years of affairs    She still yearns for that    kiss that cares not for    time and space that    leaves a mark of falicity   on her visage. a birth mark for when love is born as lady nature sings her songs
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
The Old Lady
The rocking chair   a paradise for termites   front porch pictures portraying    love are nebulous within her eyes     she busks in the moment     the delightful smell     of the efflorescent     garden being the front-row    sit to memories of young   lovers, a vestige of ecstacy lost with time   Frazzled by years of affairs    She still yearns for that    kiss that cares not for    time and space that    leaves a mark of falicity   on her visage. a birth mark for when love is born as lady nature sings her songs
I hope you enjoy this one.. this is pure imagination
jamie-king
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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