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Breeze works it's way under the hairs on my skin your touch limns like a bit of current to my bones. It's time to decide how to continue for everyone to be where they belong with whom they belong. We weave the tapestry of us. Check in with your wisdom. It might feel a bit foolish. Fools we are. It's time to for pride and joy to be where it belongs for the next turn of the wheel. Let the eyes have it. Hear me now in measured verse not. Bread of Demeter's hearth leads you to find your way to life's nectar before I forget how to dance The angry scent of a cast off woman is an assault to the senses. So hurry, love.
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
Cleaning House
Breeze works it's way under the hairs on my skin your touch limns like a bit of current to my bones. It's time to decide how to continue for everyone to be where they belong with whom they belong. We weave the tapestry of us. Check in with your wisdom. It might feel a bit foolish. Fools we are. It's time to for pride and joy to be where it belongs for the next turn of the wheel. Let the eyes have it. Hear me now in measured verse not. Bread of Demeter's hearth leads you to find your way to life's nectar before I forget how to dance The angry scent of a cast off woman is an assault to the senses. So hurry, love.
yolanda-smith
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
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