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Distant Salts

"From the days of old to the ones unmet, we're tied by our soul don't you forget." Thais
Jason Marsh fineartamerica.com

I hear your call from across the waves, though I have come from the water I have forgotten. Tear through this veil, needs unwinding are ye teacher that unkind?

The pavement steams, fogging glass just like in dreams, now come to pass, brought to days as well as nights…around the clocks I can hardly fight. I’m exhausted. I can still hear your voice and it feels like home.

Happy Groundhogs Day with middle aged sexy dancers on screen, slinging fire for hair. No one believes in marriage anymore, but where is my mind? If this be unkind then damned to your hell I’ll surely go. This, all that I know, scary yet I’m sold, to time I fold if the truth be told.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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