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Swoo 4d
Look at me. Look at me and let my reflection get trapped in those๐Ÿ‘€as I journey to places that no being's ever been and I'll triumph. Since thru those windows is where I find home. And thru those windows is where I'd find you if you ever got lost from me. Look at me. -Sw๐Ÿ‘€
Swoo May 30
๐ŸŒฟMedicate for that mind release, I spurk Mary then write magic. So this poetry must really come from the depths where lies the origin of trees๐ŸŒฟ. So I'm cloud nine while the ground holds me, and the feeling of flight is only known when maryjanes aroma is inhailed๐ŸŒฟ. Sw๐Ÿ‘€
Swoo May 13
You're my hyper spirit in this pendemic. When tomorrow is uncertain I'm hopeful. Since your bigger dreams make my dreams bigger than I've known them to be. So in this cold  night I'm here thinking about you, as far as you are from me I'm close to you my better tomorrow. ,- My Better Tomorrow.ย  Sw๐Ÿ‘€
Swoo May 9
Without the glimses of you I'm numb! We often C๐Ÿ˜•nfuse functioning with feeling.
Without the contact of you I function. Though as you and I rendezvou in one frequency. I get to feel I come alive more than I already am. You're the feeling I love the most. - Sw๐Ÿ‘€
Swoo Apr 21
You're my universe cause I took time to planet, Lived, Learned and grew things. In that sense we grew each other. And in time ourselves plant new seeds for the next coming generations filled with versions of ourselves. Become a real beautiful family tree full of stories of time.- My Universe. - Sw๐Ÿ‘€
Swoo Mar 25
She uses flowers as some type of therapy,but somehow she's a flower of her own kind. A descendant of the garden of Eden. Polinised by the warmth and energy of earths young healthy sun she stays beautiful. -Swoo
Swoo Mar 11
Oooooh  Hermosa rosa๐ŸŒน you're much felt as far as the evolution of nature goes. Thru time you've transitioned, thru different  seasons wilding their different kinds of tests stayed triumph. Here in my world you're felt as much as the rest of nature's existence feels as the artist called wind feels as it cuts thru them. A joy to my eyes and spirit just like wind paints the skies on a beautiful cloudy day  a force of nature on her own๐Ÿ’ฏโœ”๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ”Œ. -Swoo
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