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# *Your finest of  dreams became known.. And in those precious hours you soared,  as I soared until your own,   horrendously skewed, self-view slaughtered the ever-living ****  out of it all.. And, oh my sweet little desert-wanderer- you have been mad at me ever since. I did not create your view, someone else did-- so horribly.. so very unfairly      long before we ever met I came to help  restore  in you that which was stolen from you so very long ago.    But you hauled off  and kicked    me in the ****    as soon as your ever-wearing    internal-messaging system  kicked in And down I went, my beautiful-- a total ******* in your eyes with no way left to bring you  the gold your better-everything, still hungers for. **** me, my beauty.. baby stick the knife in     deep. And in a moment of remorse your tear-stained rusted fortress-gate will swing wide open.. and with my last dying breath, I will hand it over to you anyways--          The gold your war-torn heart          had always hoped for          but never thought it deserved.*    You are Ishmael, my beautiful--    a blood-borne carrier    of the Living Word #
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
ishmael
# *Your finest of  dreams became known.. And in those precious hours you soared,  as I soared until your own,   horrendously skewed, self-view slaughtered the ever-living ****  out of it all.. And, oh my sweet little desert-wanderer- you have been mad at me ever since. I did not create your view, someone else did-- so horribly.. so very unfairly      long before we ever met I came to help  restore  in you that which was stolen from you so very long ago.    But you hauled off  and kicked    me in the ****    as soon as your ever-wearing    internal-messaging system  kicked in And down I went, my beautiful-- a total ******* in your eyes with no way left to bring you  the gold your better-everything, still hungers for. **** me, my beauty.. baby stick the knife in     deep. And in a moment of remorse your tear-stained rusted fortress-gate will swing wide open.. and with my last dying breath, I will hand it over to you anyways--          The gold your war-torn heart          had always hoped for          but never thought it deserved.*    You are Ishmael, my beautiful--    a blood-borne carrier    of the Living Word #
god will hear
#love#pain#longsuffering#beauty#restoration#eternity
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m-vogel
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
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