August 30, 2008

Pretty women, oh how you have filled me with joy on a night such as this. Incoherent vision compliments thoughts of a love as pure as the most fresh of snows. I have always and will continue to love you with the deepest depths of this soul. it matters not where you rest on this night, for my thoughts are with you.

Blossoming beauty, you flower as the sun sets and Luna rises above the horizon of dreams–The idea on the fringes of what i deem obtainable and unreachable; The deepest depths of any soul.


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