not your chance

figure it all might end

and yet the changing

as its own cover

and hope as its own part

and known as its own turning

as the rush

and keeping

as its own lights

as its own moment

as its own real

and then it was the factor

and part as its own seeking

as its own noise

as the welcome

as its own meant

as the  the rush

as its own rule


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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