the creativity of others ... the time in dank ... I am catching in time with the wonders of others works ... the long evenings in the early day of mess in loss ... the snuggle entrapped in those days in the distant from the motions of life that time ... the devastation some of us have at a younger age.. in a deep loss of love in no bounds ...
the next generation have a mixture of the romance in death and the cheese in what I say ... only I lived in what I experienced... And in turn in words ... until you experience love in loss does one get it ...
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