She, the sphere of ma world, she the secret of ma unbodied joy, she wrought ma life, in short she is the base of ma life..............the time flew, n the time has come to leave her.......... Damn shit...... I wish if i could be in your warmth for somemore time, to stay admist the shrill delight, to feel the fresh air which passed through accomplished by the scent of traditional freshness, n im mourming for the unique embowered nature in her....... O ma mother KINGSWOOD,
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 17:27:34 +0000
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