Inside it as 3 Corners of a Triangle
120 times 3
Equal 4 Corners of victory
You see past them in the Divinity
The morrow says dont wait for me
360 reasons of Affirmations that roll off the tounges in poetry
Writes of prosperity
Like a blade of wild grass in the spring
Where in totally unrelated language becomes
Ideology
Saying dont copy me
Learn on your own
I Labor in syntax
99years ahead while others figure why the doors are closed
I fold these sentences
Crisp from the clothesline of time
When letters type themselves in gardens
And insects of commas pause and walk in soil
Sail with me to another ending
With water Encased with a period.
Saying a apology about a capital letter that starts it over..
Framework in your eyes as you read it!!!
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