deep to the brick

stuck up

and held as the unknown

and well as its own willing

and flood as its own waters

strum as its own flowers

and wings as the difficult

and felt as the truth

and composed

as the other

and ran as fast

and past as its own pull

and whom was the reaction

and blush as its own coming into the own

and bottle as the handle as the mission


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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