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Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
i haven’t done any :(
yes what are your credentials
now taking applications for people who want to see me in my nice new underwear
MISSION SEXYTIME. i love you. ya dirty flupping artist.