If perfection is the point of "fantasy" then objective achieved.
"I left the east side for a west coast beauty, A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree, She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty, A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes
Her face was my favourite magazine, Her body was my favourite book to read They say that all poets must have and unrequited love -As all lovers must have thought provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go on pain
Means letting go of tears, Means letting go of rain, Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you" (Sananda Maitreya, TTD )
12-05-2008
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