The old testament of my reverie love
Altruism (The old testament of my reverie love)
Chapter one :
Altruism. I loved him. He was the bossom splendor of my brethren, a next door humble pioneer to my first family.
2003.
In the city wrapped within the campus of UT Arlington, I was just completed with my Masters class lasting for the last three hours. Underneath the tapestry of moonlit nighttime algorithmic sky witnessing underneath as the zebra crossing in style, and the blinking hand did stop long before to let you know that even though after the curiosity of push button once pressed hard to discord the surrealism, you kept walking slowly, and came back home with a soft melted feeling as if you should be the one existed there, in exalted a song lingering long even before intertwining within humbler gratitude and fortitude within your deep feelings around an all encompassing homebound edible course there, a deep down aspiration. One worldbuilding wind snores there in campus and an underscore interlude arose in chorus, still a viable songlike unsung tranquility. In subtlety with the superlative and the longest, although the lines of Miriam.
Setting little or no value.
The other one is still a gripping windcatcher faintest, and an ode to divinity knowing all along that you are blessed with both.
Verily.
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