drawn a circle of fire in the sacred space that we built together in another November, invoking the same gods that we ever came to preside over the ceremony.
East to the south, three times I turn in the clockwise invisible hourglass invented your hands, catching the time it was just us, he stopped at some fixed point relentless that I do not specify . Salt water and consecrate this sacred space in a vain attempt, those energies back to where they came from, who knows why I miss him even start that nothing is left. Nothing
avoid infinite date, nothing prevents them whenever I can remember, and remember you forever. Nothing will alter the rain this afternoon or this was not another.
Wear red on my clothes as a symbol of identity, spell my hair down, chest relying on your presence. Sparse loneliness music appealing to our covenants, removes any doubt my voice disguised silence. Then there are drops but this time keeping the vague trace paths that rise into the darkness of the night.
I thought, verse and word claiming your kisses in the closing remember your opening. Nostalgia pulse. jasmine perfume the air at the beginning of my dance, Elves wove for me a simple tiara of white petals ethereal holds over my head. The sweet aroma awakens my senses, my dancing becomes more and more fragmented images with drawing sensual aroma of vanilla. Giro
about myself pouring mint to awaken the earth tremble in my hands a moment, then slide between notes of my song, eventually fall in the air and gently undulating miticide.
My whole being is now a lonely heart vibrating penetrates the protective circle, fertilizing it any expected infinite blessing of passion, sign and seal at the same time-traveling simultaneously from past to present because the time is gone, everything is now in the same time, confusing situations, characters and situations.
extends the night hours as part of the human game.
not know that you're not away. An impostor god embodies your energy, vital spiral can not, or should, be discontinued. Power, strength and eternity must be manifested in the constant union of bodies. What was, what will be, what is at this precise moment that he does not take place will be doomed to lose. We both know. Instinct fulfills his destiny by merging duality. You do not arrive or I'm not is the same.
In your spiral there is a gap that no notes, a point down, natural transition that breaks the circle, an angle that destroys your connection to the source. What should have been learning has taken the place of life itself. Static and slave you condemn the perpetual absence of any sequence.
will dawn once accomplished the ritual. The circle completed by attaching the beginning of the end, an eternal where everything is perpetual. The morning dew skin baptize, consecrate the body, bless the ceremony, honoring the cycles of living things framed in the perfect circle.
Anyway ... Nothing will prevent endless repetition of dates or prevent you forever forget, or that I ever remember ...
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