With your dangerous beauty you are like unto a tornado, touching down, laying waste to trepidation... I am drawn, into your world, seeking an Oz of my own.
Let me trade silver for your ruby set in gold. I look for you in the yellow moon - while the wind and City keep you, I keep this to hold.
.....for Peter, 2006
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