The wayfarer
pondered the
textures.
Silk planes
satisfied
seamlessly.
Corduroy
confused
smooth.
Lavendar
lavished
Peter’s
epidermis
and launched
Lezetta’a last
nerve.
Filtered daylight
decided to laugh
with soul caresses.
Vashti (c) 2007
About Me
- Vashti
- Trodding through the years of looking for me, led to the caverns of knowing that me was something more intricate then the design I had imagined I was the artisan of.
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