I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Monday, July 17, 2017
Sailor
It’s
all a hug I want I need no sex or face its love that's not for sale I need it again before I sail
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