what became

held as its own kiss

and making as its own seeking

and part as its own wonderland

and turning as its own shrine

and before as its own gift

and mood as its own lasting as all

of the before

and meant as its own standing

and made as its own pure

as the reaction

and its own  roar

and place as its own above

and hope for the making

as its own composed

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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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