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sometimes at midnight the bells ring twleve times... some times. And then again, what times are these during the mid-night. During the midnight when bells are needed and seeded, there is nothing grown but a stolen gourdseed. And we commmunnicate... we oh so communicate... we feel and feel and Sense, with our bodies... and in SUspense, we seee the comodety...
what is a comodety? is it even spelt right? correct? ISsss there Defect here? in this house, in this home.. in this heart, is it alone? DOes it rhyme with the crime and feeel the sublime, sumblime sublime Sensual TIMe? .... Craving the lust.. and wishing for trust, never enough... .. oh, only, such dust. Such Dust... SUch fragments of heaven, The Golden pathways of Heaven, .. their concrete is the purest of Gold.. such purity, we cannot behold and only but be told, by our dreams.. by imagination of the Most brilliant and Spectacular Inspirations? Inspire such fire to be Riased Higher and Higher ( closer and nearer.. Never so Clearer... what? .. but a mirror, a sharp gentle image...) More likely; more similar... Oh, the wonder :)
what is a comodety? is it even spelt right? correct? ISsss there Defect here? in this house, in this home.. in this heart, is it alone? DOes it rhyme with the crime and feeel the sublime, sumblime sublime Sensual TIMe? .... Craving the lust.. and wishing for trust, never enough... .. oh, only, such dust. Such Dust... SUch fragments of heaven, The Golden pathways of Heaven, .. their concrete is the purest of Gold.. such purity, we cannot behold and only but be told, by our dreams.. by imagination of the Most brilliant and Spectacular Inspirations? Inspire such fire to be Riased Higher and Higher ( closer and nearer.. Never so Clearer... what? .. but a mirror, a sharp gentle image...) More likely; more similar... Oh, the wonder :)