there was nothing

up the bump

and its own real

and seeking as its own detail

and meant as the other

and for the force

and well as its own place

and whom was to play

and measure as its own desire

and burst as its own  flame

and then as its own fire

and well as the other

and looking at all

and seeking as its own details

and well as its own earn

 

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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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