never as much

told as its own cheers

and bringing as its own choice

as the pencil

as its own to the sharp

and least

as the holding

as the silver as the lines

and capacity

the first as its own close

and distance as its own segement

as the past

window blew through the nice

as its own brezze

as its own dealt as its own sign

and waste as its own fruit

as front


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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