i didn''t know.... when i left... i wasn't coming back. yet this desert is so deserted... no fruit, no water, no warmth.... i suppose that spring will come.... and we shall see what blooms.
I am creative, obsessive, always on fire. i am a mother, an undying friend, an occasional loner. i am passionate, severe, absolutely endless. i prefer the unusual human experience...
Once again, you made me cry...
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