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A treaty between the two left room for tears and new ties. Trees were born, and kin renewed. Despite the distance, it was known.
A gladiator battle took place that evening. A set up, it was. Two friends thrown into the vortex of blood, sweat, and steel, for the pure ecstatic and primal thriving of spectators. Screams filled the sonic blanket, shouting for the domination, of one... of anything.
I swear by the air I breathe that you shall have stars dangling from your ears. My darlin' bares a place for us, a face for us. I see her earrings and find myself eased. Rings of gold that hold an axis.
Splash, splish, and play. Puddles can be a drag; a bummer; an inconvenience... if you say so, I suppose. Sometimes you need to get your foot soaked. How often do you soak your feet? Maybe your feet need to be soaked. Maybe your socks need to be cleaned.
The depths of the word are only giving birth to new heights of its fulfillment. There are only steps forward. There is an unending flow of love and guidance that is stretching your capacities.
Until the inspired is felt through it's magnificence, the flow of the universe leans towards fulfillment; my heart hurts. It has a yearning, a calling. I am the one to answer.
Ruby red lips that would make you swoon into a meadow. Oh, how I love to love those lips; that taste. Share them with me
Flip yourself away, why don't you? Off the cliff, into water, and into arms. You'll be just fine. I'm still on the edge, though. I'll hang off for now. I can still feel it washing over me.
The catcher stood, poised and ready. He was there to receive, whatever came at him, with full presence and knowing that it was exactly what he needed to do. However it showed up, it was his duty!
His attention was fixed and focused. Lazer gaze created blooming beauty with every moment and movement. Wait, not there, move over to the left a bit.
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