And so, it begins.
Blessed by darling, given the honor.
A new long road Triscuo,
be here with me, as I embrace you.
Castell remains alive,
following paths with courage, loyalty
and wisdom; different than Faber.
Your own person written stories,
concluding beauty in delicate form.
Wise man is pleased, unsatisfied, aware, of the comings and goings went.
The dim lit ballroom slow dancing master,
with Anne, My, Mary, Rebecca, Ashely and Aphrodite.
Colorblind people, I apologize.
In black white normalities,
lost abnormal crayons we are.
A seventeen year old named Anthony Brian Booth.
My life, my dreams, my stories, my poetry, are in 1952.
Sincerely,
Jeff Oralue
6/26/12 19:25-21:55
