You Could Put The Past Away...

[writteninvein]

    They come in and out of your life like the tides of the Atlantic, like the waves of the Nantucket sound. A Blue Berry Haze like taste downed with a story of silver bullets. There were the ghosts of the tides and then there were the oak street boys. Walking legends of distant pasts with only one meaning…A Friend. But you and me have something

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[rinetoile]

your entry is better than mine.
♥

[writteninvein]

Never In A Thousand Ways, Love.

[rinetoile]

how about a million?

[writteninvein]

No Limit, love.

[writteninvein]

Definately Is Man.

[rinetoile]

word.