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 She is never angry she is not made with anger as a crutch she is love sublime the way it should have been for mee a long long time ago and yet eye sigh in happy gladness that we met this time is just the one that matters now. The love is certain yet eye strive to win her back as iff eye did mye best to lose her when we met. The father mother baby syndrome lets me fantasize of ewe but knoeing that she wants me level helps some too but this is a charlax fable so get ready for some fun in love tis true. A woman is a living person worthy of respected bliss. Eye want her to have her life to live and never miss a thing she has to love and never have real problems many times. The love is deep inside mee not just surface glitz. The manufactured clay is changed in attitude and longing lustful watchful ever noticing the things she will say. The thing she has to remember is we are not face to face the love we have is faith she can see mye picture but hers is mostly opaque though eye have asked her to get the daughter to take another one and yet it does not matter for eye love her just the profile is enough the heart adds all the rest of love. Some people worship way too many things and harbor love but some it permeates and she is one of those her love it grows and grows and fills the empty place the space that comes to all of us we want it all filled up with love. Eye love ewe and eye need ewe until mye heart stops beating and then beyond the afterlife the love is so inside. High and lo. Sometimes eye get sad because she is gone absent and away. Once when she found me late eye walked like eye was ten feet tall. All the spoil falls into the Egypt bag. Today my food has never tasted better its loaves and fishes even fruit in the desert like oasis. Musick soothes the salvaged breast. The GOD of heaven needed some more in heaven.
Let JIMI roll over let CharlaX take over. Light my fire loving spoonful doors make organ come alive. Eye m a changeling see me change. Here look here in this document erline it appears the man was just making references to musick. There is no words to define love no way to describe the feelings that eye get when she says she loves me. Remember Thomas A Becket. Canterbury taled. He was a JESUS man. Like CharlaX he must have had a violet. To look upon he was slim of growth and pale of hue, with dark hair, a long nose, and a straightly featured face. Blithe of countenance was he, winning and loveable in his conversation, frank of speech in his discourses, but slightly stuttering in his talk, so keen of discernment and understanding that he could always make difficult questions plain after a wise manner. Like CharlaX with his Pinocchio nose. DIVERse CitY we will spread this love like dandelion. Like a city on a hill. One day at a time. All eye have for love is ewe she it is who love mee. Put on your high heel sneaker yeah your wig hat on your head. Eye did it for ewe. The Pandora radio is rapping now eye got a ticket on the J Train. Eye got a ticket to ride on the other side. Eye am treating my sorrow with the JOY of the LORD. Yes AMEN. Struck down but not destroyed. Still hoping someday to live again. In this mean while eye am looking for the love of ewe to carry on. Loveewefabel more than anybody else in the world could ever dew. Eye love ewe.




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