From the moment at the Hard Rock Cafe. When I was in the ESPN Zone and you were just three steps away, I felt to have known. This was part of goodmenska. But not for men and you. I desire the pearly gates again if we must rest. But I'd rather love every end of the earth in you and with, to believe and name the flora and fauna.
I will remark in Hebrew the most delicate erasable things like psychopaths and brain killers without hesitation.
Your wishes are known to my heart and my mind. I want to have children, one day.
Revolutionary tales bring flight back to China, levitation and miracles exist. We are needed. The way out is always up and here to love a million years is more. The things I touch with you are new and perfect for it is the splendor and awe of wrong words that can be melted with love.
I am not confused, I am not strange, I have hoped and dreamt for a mighty woman that is mine. Like me and free. To live and be the way we ought.
Nathaniel Hawthorne bought a house for his sister, my guardian Cassandra's mothers same name. Yes, Jeffrey Dahmer still kills people for a living. Man and some women. But mostly man and his experiments. I believe now that God loves a perfect order of things. Jesus is there for your choices, while God is there with speed to change and grow ever larger.
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