gone fishing
is innocence an adornment of refinery, worn like the fur on an old woman, can one define the wealth of a person merely by noting their jewel encrusted fingers, shall we peer into the depths of their soul, and if so would we find their god-head light, or merely a neon sign flashing 'gone fishing'
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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