At night I set off to the Pyramids, my hair alone explained enough; flowing damp from the first shower at the hotel, curled from careless braids & smelling of the white jasmine flower crown I bought for 1EL from the man who's elder smile took my breathe away. The
Egyptian darkness stole my breath, the booming sensation of drama and magick
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I just like dead things.
With some history.
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