One time Following skyward whispers I drift past moist clouds with the fire of imagination. I began to stretch without wings Across to where you sigh Searching through the seeding cloud. I press a finger to your lips To claim a sensation. Your token smile inflames the misty blue. Generating endless... Sign in to see full entry.
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