We had a lovely psychic conversation and she walked away. I knew she wanted me to follow her.
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Ink
PoetryMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
chase me psychic
We had a lovely psychic conversation and she walked away. I knew she wanted me to follow her.
