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Feeling Poetic is a Sickness...

Ma Nafx!

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I don’t know

Ma nafx

I am not in love

I am captivated

Enthralled

I am a collection of photos shifting in the wind

Clapping my hands against sighs of approval as I doze off thinking

Afloat on dreams of caverns that…

Hugging me dear

Oh dear!

….twinkling stars


How I wish I can stay there

I don’t know
Ma Nafx

Ray de Bono 18.09.07

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