All that heart shape voice should have, is like a blow and kind candlestick flare, let the high and low blend average like sound, the words came from the inner soul, admit to thinking about mastermind tool, a subtractive wave crashes beautiful escape scenario, so many of love, so many of beauty, so many of art and music together, relit those angels, and songbirds willing to fly together in harmony, resource of one spiritualism cloud reclaim from the heavens on earth, Sunnyside trail and path commands, refinished winds and breeze Springless flowers gleam bigger root
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
11-29-24
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