Love wrapped me up in a faceless sculpture of fraud. Fraudulent faces asked me what I wanted if it and I said just a bump.the next day I woke up in an ancient burial ground home of some Egyptians couldn’t help but think I used to rule these people I used to be a queen. But that was in another sphere... one more year, and I’ll be opened up for love, both hands hanging freely forevermore that is what she said to me that is what she said to me that is what she said to me on the night we did not sleep in the night but in our own love scheduled by our angel s yes we were the ones. We were the ones that raised them this is how they got so high—we are the givers of all balls, embraces of all love, our shadows are made of strength and love dust. Evidently—your love is a syndrome and I want to catch it let me die. Let me die of love. It’s what I want, a white whisper to match in voice and stature it’s a challenge now, elegance is key keep your knees off th
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