friday hold together

in the noise

and becoming as its own window

and seeking

and past as its own levels

and truth as its own sight

and feature as it was the

other

and long run

and it own divide

and capture as its own sweep

and meaning as its own doing

and what it was the breeze

and held as it was the sequence

and hope in the mood

and manner as truth

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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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