Read me like a book that gathers dust in spring; scraps of scribbled paper mark the page like musical notes running up, running down the scale; The time changes, the dance begins anew. Words from these pages bear an essence to you; You can taste it, sense it or repel it, you can devour it in your own time as I continue to live, to write, to be beyond the implications of your life. Read me as I lay opened on your lap before the fire; Imagine what is written with your mind, your heart, let me touch those hidden places from afar beyond the mists that lay between your world and mine.Birth sign: Leo
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