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Your windswept wild red hair, *Tantric fractal, spreads forest fire in my thoughts,to the far end, how far can I  go on keeping this endless raging, a dangerous arsonist in my mind's chamber? Unchecked, unbridled, not quenched, shimmering fire with a thousand ember eyes, come burn my ardor with the essence of red. my red riding hood, on this Tantric bed spread. Your passion, unleashed as unkempt wind swept red cloud  of hair,assumes the forms of our love now a cascade of water from mountain, after new rain, splashes all over my mind's fecund landscape, day and night imbibing the effect of your red wine anointing  cool, love balm, I get inebriated. Your red, fluffy,earthy textured, magic coiffure, becomes  a sea of infinite calm,in my stormy nights. I whisper to air"I want to taste the salt of her earth, I want to swim in the confluence, her red flow commences, If I'd  be buried within the red earth of her dense hair, I'll be resurrected, re imagined by her as her immortal lover"
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
k-balachandran
My Red Riding Hood
Your windswept wild red hair, *Tantric fractal, spreads forest fire in my thoughts,to the far end, how far can I  go on keeping this endless raging, a dangerous arsonist in my mind's chamber? Unchecked, unbridled, not quenched, shimmering fire with a thousand ember eyes, come burn my ardor with the essence of red. my red riding hood, on this Tantric bed spread. Your passion, unleashed as unkempt wind swept red cloud  of hair,assumes the forms of our love now a cascade of water from mountain, after new rain, splashes all over my mind's fecund landscape, day and night imbibing the effect of your red wine anointing  cool, love balm, I get inebriated. Your red, fluffy,earthy textured, magic coiffure, becomes  a sea of infinite calm,in my stormy nights. I whisper to air"I want to taste the salt of her earth, I want to swim in the confluence, her red flow commences, If I'd  be buried within the red earth of her dense hair, I'll be resurrected, re imagined by her as her immortal lover"
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It's the first time I feel my heart is whole, unbroken and full I am proud that I pushed myself for so long, and finally exceeded this glass ceiling that I unconsciously created. I reached a place of self actualization A place I thought was made up for traumatized people to aspire to. I feel that for once my heart is actually mine. That my heart is home Home for me not the people that abandoned me. What a feeling. I learned my worth And I feel free Thank you.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
purpleorchidspirit
First time
It's the first time I feel my heart is whole, unbroken and full I am proud that I pushed myself for so long, and finally exceeded this glass ceiling that I unconsciously created. I reached a place of self actualization A place I thought was made up for traumatized people to aspire to. I feel that for once my heart is actually mine. That my heart is home Home for me not the people that abandoned me. What a feeling. I learned my worth And I feel free Thank you.
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