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All is love. All is love. All is love. Over and over these words slop and slosh in the bleak that has been too long a force. I wait for you to get off of work. I want to talk with you. Meantime, I'll write conversations that I can hop and skip over to you. All is love. All is love. All is love. Did you know that the favoured flavour of wandering is to settle down? Down with you. You. I like writing that word. In the crawlspace of my reaching hands is where you live. In the zig zag of release is what you have snapped your fingers to achieve. All is love. All is love. All is love.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 4:06 AM UTC
All is Love
All is love. All is love. All is love. Over and over these words slop and slosh in the bleak that has been too long a force. I wait for you to get off of work. I want to talk with you. Meantime, I'll write conversations that I can hop and skip over to you. All is love. All is love. All is love. Did you know that the favoured flavour of wandering is to settle down? Down with you. You. I like writing that word. In the crawlspace of my reaching hands is where you live. In the zig zag of release is what you have snapped your fingers to achieve. All is love. All is love. All is love.
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tanakar-1
Canadian
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 4:06 AM UTC
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