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The smell of incense burning, the voices chanting in harmony, the swift and beautiful movements of dancing, seekers of wisdom, seekers of truth unite, in perfect love and perfect trust, not bound by societys restrictions, not bound by the physical plane alone, they are the wise ones, the healers, using herbs, stones, elements, rituals, they are witches. -by me

Sex is like a Candle, the flame could grow bright or grow small, depending on the intensity, the heat of the flame could make you warm, or it could provide you with no heat, the flame could bob up and down, or it can do nothing and bore you, the flame could last for hours, or it could distinguish in a matter of minutes. The flame needs oxygen to even be a flame, to grow bright, oxygen is the flame's partner, they both must work together to create something, so small and so warm. Sex really is like a candle. -by me

The wind runs over me, twirls about me, whispers sweet nothings in my ear, tickles my neck, it makes my hair lose it's sense of gravity, pushes anything in its path, even me along the road, carrying leaves far away, sending shivers crawling down my spine, the wind is playful, but occasionally it could be abusive, so be careful. -by me

He emerged out of the water, like a God, tall with massive muscles, I smiled with a glow like the sun, I caught his eye, like a beautiful flower, we went out, fell in love, then another beautiful flower caught his eye, now i feel as though i am missing pieces of me without him by my side, how was i to know that he was like a butterfly that flies from flower to flower without a second glance? -by me

You look at me and see the girl who lives inside the golden world but don't believe thats all there is to see You'll never know the real me.

She smiles through a thousand tears And harbors adolescent fears She dreams of all that she could never be She wades in insecurity And she hides herself inside of me

Don't say she takes it all for granted I'm well aware of all i have Don't think i am disenchanted Please understand.

It seems as though i've always been Somebody outside looking in Well here i am for all of them to bleed But they can't take my heart away from me And they can't bring me to my knees They'll never know the real me.

They have stripped my spirit and hope slowly away from me, But i shall not shed my mask They'll never know the real me. -by Mariah Carey

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