Picutres Of A Dying Plantar Wart

fears .... Well

Getting lost ...
No more 'contacts
No more' smiles,
No more 'looks,
No more' Crystal.

seems absurd and yet it 's so ... by mutual agreement you decide to get lost ... not to get lost.

Despite the evident satisfaction of a decision so 'mature and wise chance' of being lost forever, and 'just around the corner.

Now let the pain of separation take its course and look forward to events with antennas raised more 'than usual ...' cause when you no longer have 'nothing to lose can not be' that start the climb.

But before I declare the first to greet you desire and put it inside a red balloon:

"Amethyst and Crystal can be found one day, shake hands, and start to go a whole and in light of the sun"