Brother Wind Signs Leather
What light gave off his merry eyes when I gave it. She was frail and thin, the color of old wood. A leather braid tied to my wrist. Maybe she did not notice, but it is now late at night when I feel safe. Wonderful energy, waste heat ... its nice leather woven between the particles have left their dreams, their hopes, their desires ...
Could it be something better than desire, dream and hope twisted? For many a simple bracelet, for me love. Sad
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