AlchemistA Poem by demuremindsIf I were an alchemist, I’d weave towns of golden people Their hearts would be valuable, heavy with ardor and armor, their souls radiating light the color of the basking sun whilst their eyes allure passion, immersed in greed for sentiment, and their touch secreting silky wisp of slipping chemistry, never stuck to anyone, and there would be no pain, no dent when bitten down. © 2012 demuremindsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 15, 2012 Last Updated on August 20, 2012 AuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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