august 3

faces as its own chance

and keeping as its own truth

and long as its own ever to last

as its own grapes as its own fruit

and divine

and paint as its own note

as its own feel

and welcome as its own pill

and held as its own glass

and a toast out of misery

and never as its own shape as hitting

the blues

all so well

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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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