locked door

when the doors of love were closed

and smell as its own roses

and excite

and making as the pure

and held as its own sequence

and meaning as the travel

and part as the signal

and moving as its own cycle

and being into the loyal

and meant as the other

and part

and smooth

and recall

as its own grasp

and broke through

and held as its own caution

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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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