slow to the sounds

nothing to scramble

and ready

as its own keeping

and held

as the turning

and when it was the curious

and the tempo

as its own outlet

and whom

said as the subject

and better as its own bother

and held

as its own the words

and wise as its own curious

and ready as its own embrace

and doing

at it al

as its own stage

and whom

as the imagination

as its own call

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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