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𝄞:♫⋆。♪₊˚♬゚.  °. ⋆༺  ☾  𖤓  ༻  ⋆.   °  𝄞:♫⋆。♪₊˚♬゚. Peacock feathers perfection. A baby panther yawning yawning, sleek and black, a swan leaning back stretching pristine snowy wings. Petrichor, crisp musk, the feelings we bring floating river feathers, mother’s ozone after rain, all around hitting soft down. The reddest of roses held to the sky. The clearest of tears we have yet to cry. A silvery plate of oily green olives throwing back the sun, of which they are ,   one. ( of which we all are) so hard, becoming one with nothing again in each passing breath. Energy expended. A thought, by moments.... in emotions extended. A child's  coffin The care of casket sheen — soft silken interiors  now  overflowing with the wet, inky blackness of squirming, over-lit salamanders. Writhing Erupting. Effluviant. Rubbery little salamanders. Hitting the over polished marble floor falling yearning for freedom    and little more. Everywhere.  So black and shiny . Overflowing , spilling out they wander and we wonder what is it all about. all  this cascading and spilling out.     Bouncing,        smacking. Nature. The nature Of art and beauty. Understanding,            the great misunderstanding right before our eyes. Right. before.         Our eyes. Rite before our eyes. Eyes,      another’s            . What we truly long to see. The clarity of symbols   built over   centuries and lost   in a single fire/trend.
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Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
symbols/Words and the Justice Done
𝄞:♫⋆。♪₊˚♬゚.  °. ⋆༺  ☾  𖤓  ༻  ⋆.   °  𝄞:♫⋆。♪₊˚♬゚. Peacock feathers perfection. A baby panther yawning yawning, sleek and black, a swan leaning back stretching pristine snowy wings. Petrichor, crisp musk, the feelings we bring floating river feathers, mother’s ozone after rain, all around hitting soft down. The reddest of roses held to the sky. The clearest of tears we have yet to cry. A silvery plate of oily green olives throwing back the sun, of which they are ,   one. ( of which we all are) so hard, becoming one with nothing again in each passing breath. Energy expended. A thought, by moments.... in emotions extended. A child's  coffin The care of casket sheen — soft silken interiors  now  overflowing with the wet, inky blackness of squirming, over-lit salamanders. Writhing Erupting. Effluviant. Rubbery little salamanders. Hitting the over polished marble floor falling yearning for freedom    and little more. Everywhere.  So black and shiny . Overflowing , spilling out they wander and we wonder what is it all about. all  this cascading and spilling out.     Bouncing,        smacking. Nature. The nature Of art and beauty. Understanding,            the great misunderstanding right before our eyes. Right. before.         Our eyes. Rite before our eyes. Eyes,      another’s            . What we truly long to see. The clarity of symbols   built over   centuries and lost   in a single fire/trend.
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My love for you is pure and true, a feeling that resides in my heart, without expectations or demands. I wish for your happiness, pray for your peace, and hope for your well-being, in every moment. I strive to become better, to be patient and strong, to support you from afar, with respect and dignity. This love guides me, to remain honest and sincere, to honor you with care, and to stay within the bounds of faith.
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Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
My love for you
You conduct, around a god not too know if real! So what in life, is too his appeal taking all your desires and reels. Not me I live, with only one thang creating betterment of all. So fade, from his shades and resume with fake sins. Creators of God, begone from my reality I will decode your reasons
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
No god!