By Sky Claudette Soto
And She talks In spirit tongue,a skin walker pickin young pine from the grounds she steps upon as the wind whistles in the distance an echoing howl be whilst me as I bathe inside and outside of frankincense water ,purifying my soul
While shooting stars travel twinkling above me in the slowest and most beautiful of somber emotions,wide eyed,doe eyed ,shimmering, mirroring as a kaleidoscoped vision shutters through mine eyes,Endowed in thine greatest of moments do you hear me I hear you do you see me I see you,I love you.
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By,Sky Claudette Soto.
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