"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, October 29, 2009

a fiery ghost

she loves
she laughs
she sings
she dances
she acts
she cries
she is a fiery ghost
she is the light
she is the laughter
she is the shoulder to cry on
she is the one to go to with troubles
she is the sweetest most harmless person alive.
and i love her.

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