I squeezed all the juice out of love, i got an angle, I never meant anything but a piece of a huge dimension, my respect for the monster of wisdom, more, a humble thankfullness for a minute in the palace of love, set in the changing rose deserts of time, with its rose fragrance. I can see my fountain, eternal youth flowing out of it like the nile.Reaching everywhere the divine wants, satisfying desire, uniting. fusing, welcome to modern nuclear science of the flower. The servants of god, serve the slaves of destiny. Your eyes reveal, a garden. with many illusions.
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