happen as the purpose


and waste as the circular

and when it was the shaky

and held

as it was the purpose

and its own name

and its own gain

and last as its own touch

and its own

and begun as its own current

and kept

on the least

and flown

as its own being and well

as its circular

and roll

and held as its own chances

and mimic

and turned as it was moment


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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