So lately baby I've been thinking about artists, lost souls. The straving artist that plays in the dark and the light. The shadow man and dark passenger. I was thinking about how I seem to have one of those personalities in me. That maybe G. Libre is in love with you too. The straving poet that longs for you. Or else why would she have wrote you this...

Rose Angélica Arellano Ramos Sauce Ross:

Mi Amor,
What on your mind? Tell me your dreams.

I know you feel the distance launching itself out off the cliff so far from me. I feel that space, giant huge elephant in the room, singing in white elephant hills. Just talk, mami. Speak freely. I wish you could just accept. Bloom to the sky like you were before. I want you to get modi...vated to reach the sky, go beyond. We are roots growing in soil deep into the crusts of the earth. Baby, let me wrap my roots and branches around you and keep on growing.

-Siempre,
G.Libre

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