I wish...for a spirit as iridescent as the moon's halo and holds as much power and beauty...
Impossible...lost it, already, sometimes, you should turn left when you should turn right...nothing is trivial...
God, I miss my most heavenly fragrance.
O miss like twin separated at birth it seems....fucking love?
I find a puzzle...a beautiful and sooo horridly ugly one...both happening at the same time..
To love and not acquire is obstinately the worst fortune.
To wait for some foreseen instant is like the hope I find in sunsets where I find something to live for forever, every evening at that.
Shalom.
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