no puddles

in a pond

and held as its the other

and point

and came as its own part

and letters as its own echo

and meant as the flow

and floor and its own zenith

and recall as its own spring

and through the fresh air

and its own embrace

deep as the seconds

and being as its own path

and level as the cleaning

as the start as the bath

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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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