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Something from my past,
Something from my future.

my path has led to the threshold of an aligned portal.

I will never again be the same.
I'm painted in a room of broken glass.  
Quite rather, I'm lost in her stars.

Ive checked three point one four times


H's Dust
The sun shined cold this morning, five below.  Cozy down, a fluff ball goddess of four, never failed.  but a goddess of two could be more? DING [big red], it's 7:53, ... Couldn't have herd my thoughts...  A reflection of two.  So beautiful.  well wishes just missed; a whisper of Marvelous action warms the fire.


"I've been Hijacked". Me too  

Tumbled thoughts, a path led to needed reflections, but I also desire to be wheel spin watched.  Our thoughts begin to pool, and flowed tides push and pull me through the day. An invited check mate.  The suns cold all but gone now.

Filled with wisdom and insight, might a flight accompanied multi goddess.  The cauldron is stirring. A feast for a dragon, and I've lost myself. Through a dance of waving foam, water splashed and trickled.  It runs down me inch by inch every and all but tickled.  

Evidence or self explored art, NICE, I'm not the only thing waterproof.

Ive been glad you exist too!
Is it even possible to feel the grand finale before the show has even begun?  I wonder.  You have cracked a door to a wardrobe of plenty, my clothes yes, never worn.  Hmmmm

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