Rising shine of the moon,.like the sun…wanna run but I can’t cause the moon will catch me up…Snatch me up… Trap..

Then it will as always, retract and release and re+lease my liberty to a passion contracted …entity contractual contraception… Rise and shine… It’s a new day… A new baby.. a new moon impregnated with light…

After the loss taken to the land and the new seed was planted over the head of the implanted…

The nurture moon has arisen and fallen…

Like a new bud

A flower born

After the ripen, rape and bathe of the predecessors…

The flower blew to my feet and the sign of defeat was tendered…

La semilla de la.pasion esa musa cosa obtusa.. curva de gentuza…

Was my tender.

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