Took a trip across the seven seas. Took a boat ride to the other side on soft waves and salty breeze searching to find out what makes a soul strong. walking the deck the ocean breeze salty and fresh exposing all of her stumbling blocks as she tries to figure out just where the hell she went wrong.
Sitting now amongst the fine china perfect linen of lace and silk she feels her spirit drift away to a land honey and milk along side the wild beasts and the sheltering of the pine trees.
Where the value of money is nothing more than kindling of sorts to keep the fire warm.
Yes here as I sit among all the beautiful women wine and song. Here is where I do not belong
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