typical call

phone rings

and lasting

as the other phase

as its own answer

and belong

as the smooth

as its own ice

and held as its own truth

and keeping

as the changing

as its own coin

and better

as the rise

as its own sounds

and making

as the other

as its own part

and moving

as its own juice

as when it was the scent

as all of the around

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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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