Papya Dream

October 5, 2008
Freedom is a state of mind you are just a candle not terrorist just a candle sitting in a chair light blue candle your not going anywhere until I get home then you and I sprit can be alone admiring the lush trees while saving them. Lightblue candle in a white chair on the back porch. Scorching wind remains me of when I was afraid of her yestur-year in yestur-year because of what they made of you.

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