The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
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Sometimes she arches away from me and wears a light halo of genius about her. — Priya Parmar, Vanessa and Her Sister
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So the being grows rings — identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung with a purpose--so it seems.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget — I'm never not thinking of you.