Velvet Abbey
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
like birds flying through a sky guilded with fragrant bubbles
ride a white mare on the footsteps of dawn
trying to find a women thats never never never been born
mysteriously free from the wanderings of my mind,
feeling like a cloud that gets to float around the sky all day
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