I know what you’re thinking … lost child, brain washed, hypnotised by the sex guru.
I was drifting, a dreamer in those days, some called me the space cowboy. I was no one yet, floating, not even, just a beginning, a long fuse that had started to burn at one end, and drawn to those that had both ends on fire. I sure didn’t have much idea about love and all it’s guises. I would continue as an honest tomboy, adrift as a dandelion blowin’ free.
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