one ear

held as the level

and called as the chance

and its own folding as its own chair

and caught on the circle

and break as its own solution

and meant as the idead

and compare as its own theme

and when it was all as a flame

and told as its own curious as its own outlet

and being as before

and held as the making

and  held as its own stance

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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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