I hope to never fully maturate
I am childlike, and I think it’s great
This makes me feel close to Father God
His angels approve and give me the nod
I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the black star.
Who ever caught
the direct line of love,
is connected and can be pleased,
anywhere...
Anywhere is superb
to live in, when
love is there ...
With love,
if you are born,
if you live,
wed.
if you breed, you maturate...
Everything happens in the dream of endearment ...
Love is the dream world ...
The dream world is the world
of love ... are you connected ...!?
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