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for sirin

This island called meus vita, wind moved the trees always to the south,
waves drenched the shores but didnt quench my thirst. Monochromatic were the days, day in day out. Floating in the vast ocean, i waited; Waited for a wave that would soothe my thirst, a wind that would end the longing for touch.
A high tide came by. Its warmth crashed against my shores. The soft breeze that brought it here had your name on it. And for a moment time disappeared. And i wished this wind would blow forever, and i wished that your waters would ext

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Here and ThereHere I find myself again, displaced between the vast ranges to the west of the great American continent and the fierce passion of the tropical Caribbean sea breeze.
I reminisce, of never ending greens and violent reds, of waters so blue that the sky revolts in jealousy, of white giants as i glide on their backs, of pools of jade and singing of sapphire aves. Feeling the snow on the plantain trees, the scent of maple as I bite into the pinkest of mangoes. A cool northern breeze as I’m engulfed by salty sea warmness. Oh! to live here, there and in between.
Her Here and There
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for sirinThis island called meus vita, wind moved the trees always to the south,
waves drenched the shores but didnt quench my thirst. Monochromatic were the days, day in day out. Floating in the vast ocean, i waited; Waited for a wave that would soothe my thirst, a wind that would end the longing for touch.
A high tide came by. Its warmth crashed against my shores. The soft breeze that brought it here had your name on it. And for a moment time disappeared. And i wished this wind would blow forever, and i wished that your waters would ext for sirin
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movin day

Sat Apr 29, 2006, 10:23 AM

Its moving day today, a lot of people living. Its a mix of happiness for that which has happened and melancholy for that which will no longer be. Its moving day, and its raining outside. The sky is tinted grey, but in my room everything is in its right place. A fun ride came to and end, but'll ill do it all over again. <3 S.

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Current Residence: Vancouver, Canada
Interests: Snowboarding, reading, music, cigars and good liqour. Having fun!
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=r-land Oct 18, 2006, 12:13:47 AM

thanks for the

~undecided-impulsive Aug 25, 2006, 2:54:16 AM

thanks for the favourite, i really appreciate it

~Symphonyofmasks Aug 9, 2006, 1:02:48 AM

Thank you very much.

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I am, yet I am not.
I am not, yet I am.
Perhaps
Paradox.

*YouInventedMe Aug 8, 2006, 9:23:23 AM

thanks for the

xo!

~apathyangel312 Jun 8, 2006, 6:31:18 PM

tnku for da visit!

~VIVA LA VIDA!!!

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