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This language is older than our kind It speaks of truth, That won’t be learnt by a heart that is blind In the winter of our youth&he..

Breathing in your smell Into my hungry lungs… Making me melt As we slow dance… In the silence that surrounds us..

The mirror of my soul…is it in a book captured?Maybe a song or maybe a dance…Or maybe it’s in this art that I’ve unknowin..

I love to swim In the pools of clouds wispy… That life played on film Savored in rapture like a good whiskey I love to fly..

Place that last apple In my basket of selfishness… And if life is based on example Then our hearts are still directionless ..

Sharing the satin nightsFloating in the atlas airFrom the silken sighsTo the jaconet stare…A waltz of breathsOn the frozen windowsWhere mo..

a M.A.G.I.C. compilation

a M.A.G.I.C. compilation

a M.A.G.I.C. compilation

a M.A.G.I.C. compilation