“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 
Never was a gentle and quiet word
spoken but so clearly heard
Innocent as the new day
echoing across a souls pain
Whispering she is vulnerable
that was the angelic guise so
Eloquently draped with a voice
surrendering I had no choice
Her tender call seducing me
in a moment she had all I’d be
It made me feel amazingly alive
She the moon and I the tide
Even now in this dreary day
Tenderly I can hear her say
Darling, Darling

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Words. Deep thoughts. Eccentric. Madness. Lover. Dark. Music. Melancholic. Beaches. Addict. Primal. Curious. Dichotomy. Gemini. "I am a series of small victories and large defeats, and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here." - Charles Bukowski "I think and think and 99 times I'm wrong. But on the 100th time, I'm right." - Einstein

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