Sorrow, loss, my friend Gone above on seven wind Heart chest thumping, die
I lost a Soul Sister last week..... The strange dreams did attack my thoughts in the night, but I had no idea the screams were hers..... I mourn. I howl. I am Sad.
tattoo'd biker at night. poo flingin' tech monkee during the day. travelling musican writer philosopher shaman erupting spontaneously all over the planet.
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