There comes a time when we all must go into the water feel the flow into the fire feel the heat time to fly no time for sleep its time to move on to take the chance even if the tune doesnt rhyme its ok to dance. i want you.
Reason for writing:
I was asleep in fields of leathered roses,when he came to stand before me,i looked up into his masked face...and whispered the poem to him,and he took my gloved hand into his,and we floated away into a storm.
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