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countenance of prisms framed bronze figurebroke my silence serenityof kindness thunderingh

trusting honoring encouraginguplifting satisfaction in traumalonging for anther in count

elastics banners.. forced impressions.. eclectic nuclear blast… family diminished… frozen stereotypes… embellished desires… evaluations.. erroneous… the element of surpr

condensation bellows through the crowds of my futurewith the mist of worship

i  break into a cleanspace of reasoningbeyond the sacrificial rumbles of the un

dignity plays softly into the hands of a gentle soul as we dine from the dark forces

dignity plays softly into the hands of a gentle soul as we dine from the dark forces

shadowed overlays of golden stream treasuresforming throughout the entire blissful earthbeginning with the endand the end responding as the beginningof the Alfa son of righteousnessthe omega with no b

i lay here tiredi lay here bleedingi need your touchi need your tranquil whisperfind me there hoping..find me there risking..everything that i amyou’ve become my savioryou’ve become my saviori have no

bracing the turmoil    brazenly tired in my skini flesh it out of my twenty first century skullwith no apparent pause and with my hand cutto the quick sands of the moons crustthese nail