memory mood

turning as its own held

as its own sort

and breaking as its own air

and spoken as its own believe

and silent as its own quarter as its own stop

and hope as its own meaning

and its own caught

as the stride

as its own ride

and keeping

as the breaking

and part as its own conflict

as its own dive

and stayed well a while

as its own concearn


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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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