Dearest poetic pure minds of the sun
Like looking at the same moon
me me me me massage your solar plexus now with me
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I’ve read that choosing the unknown is always the right choice , even if it doesn’t appear to give the best result . I think it’s because the result remain somewhat in the unknown
co co co co courage
In a thousand years
we are meaningful
it will never disappear
give it out to what you want
it is ours , the reality of what we did . doing . do
Circles around us
in the realm of imagination a dialectic of contraries proceeds through objects by opposition of differentiated redefined matters
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You are fun to me
The Sister told me that we have to trust each other to be authentic
trusted others
trusting self
trust goes forth and back
the impulse does not lie
fun & fierce on the edge of your seat
hold on to it
the uplifting vibration
fun is fun
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Thank you for taking care of me and gifting me with your rituals , meanings , powers , fun , eyes and treasures
Enjoying our memory
The Dramaturg
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