Not even death can separate Us

A shift in point of view can.

We have Free will.

So, thunders deep in the night keep Us alert to that old hot boiling stew.
Reaching priceless crimson deeps.
I am aging bad so lost in love. Purple Black In my visions when allowing Our imagination
to fly deep in God's night-time  skies. I drink thy smell, thy warm, thy hero falling
behind my eyes. I am trapped and sundered with no Real hope in sight. Save,
thy sneaky searching me out. Have you been so robbed in love to choose give away
none.
If after all these years you still find Us unworthy
all these ripe feels over all these years and even when you was
dead. I worshipped you. N got permission from my God to
adore you, and know the squeezes of thy
bum. N thy toes and the stomp of thy feet as you labor for
applause. All thousands of fair waves of men are entrapped sure you
be singing to them.
Another boy be more
appealing.
N some nobody, not one hit record, n not one
Real Love Child to call his own.

Hope is the food of the deprived.

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