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You Egyptian hipstress philosophically diggin’ through this world to find a life to live with. Your summer breeze metaphorically testing & caressing me --keep questioning don’t ever stop, please, trust me it’s endearing and steadfast. Hearing your voice my mind rejoices synapses electrocute my brain & the fire in your voice rises, burning, pulsing hypnotic sonar warming my soul… yet you’re impulsively young, still trying to find the right air to breathe; via singing artistic gypsy dominating submissives yet pondering above your third eye burning, warming, heating—vividly alive within your eyes is intriguing yet deep down your rising embers pop! Your body dances sway—shaking—swaying burning ancient questions in the earth but forgetting what the fuse is connected to…. find the fuse
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May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Dear Samar Yahya,
You Egyptian hipstress philosophically diggin’ through this world to find a life to live with. Your summer breeze metaphorically testing & caressing me --keep questioning don’t ever stop, please, trust me it’s endearing and steadfast. Hearing your voice my mind rejoices synapses electrocute my brain & the fire in your voice rises, burning, pulsing hypnotic sonar warming my soul… yet you’re impulsively young, still trying to find the right air to breathe; via singing artistic gypsy dominating submissives yet pondering above your third eye burning, warming, heating—vividly alive within your eyes is intriguing yet deep down your rising embers pop! Your body dances sway—shaking—swaying burning ancient questions in the earth but forgetting what the fuse is connected to…. find the fuse
From your dear friend in the States, ~Bryce
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May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
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