room so cold

who screamed

and called your name

and who was the wise

as its own ears

and truth

as its own novel

as its own part

and out into the fog

and sending

as its own pencils

as the eyes of the erased

and cause  from this being

as its own deays

as its own making

and hope as the special

and ready

as when it was the  circle

and dealing in place


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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