and suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness i haven’t felt since childhood. the kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. when the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.
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About Me
Jeff Bridges.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it
i cat you.
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.
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