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My RevelationI bow to the superiority of Love, Something unexplained, A rosed vigilante portrayed only by Winged happiness caught with ropes of formality True love is found in the creator The epitome of such a feeling evolves around Him Never to cease caring, for those He loves, Never let falter those he hates. This is my role model, My Lord, My God.My Revelation
I Cry to the beauty of a tear, the utter unprovoked stereo type of the soul Flowing through our emotions streaming down ones cheek, This proof of humanity Contains me, in a moment Stolen only by a kiss
by ~JonathanBodnar
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- Current Residence: ...UP
- Interests: People. Writing. Photography. Technology. All forms artistic beauty. People.
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- Favourite artist: Leonardo Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Duerr
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Life is like hateful stones thrown into a pond of frozen truth, like roses cut from a cloud of love, like snow falling from our sun, it is cold, dark and hopeless, but full of truth, and beauty to be found in everything and everyone.
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Oh, the implications....
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Life is like hateful stones thrown into a pond of frozen truth, like roses cut from a cloud of love, like snow falling from our sun, it is cold, dark and hopeless, but full of truth, and beauty to be found in everything and everyone.
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Life is like hateful stones thrown into a pond of frozen truth, like roses cut from a cloud of love, like snow falling from our sun, it is cold, dark and hopeless, but full of truth, and beauty to be found in everything and everyone.
P.S.: I’m sorry for the delay
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There are 6 billion people in the world... and for better or worse, sometimes... all I need is you!
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Life is like hateful stones thrown into a pond of frozen truth, like roses cut from a cloud of love, like snow falling from our sun, it is cold, dark and hopeless, but full of truth, and beauty to be found in everything and everyone.
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