portrait on the wall

held as its own composed

and spoke and all to known

and those as its own results

and meant as its own changing

and charge as its own becoming

and when it was the extreme

and depth as it was  the pause

and hope as it was the bump

and results and nothing more to dare

ever lose

and those as its own elements

and pair as its own concearn

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About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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