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where it could not be digested, before.Come, fly the kite, become friends and love thyself, past over all insecurities, all doubt, fear, unanswered prayers troubles that have left indentations within the chest, season it with the builder’s delight, not a fright, no fright, pull out the thorn my friend.<figure id="93e2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*JzAllGGNECkiTPhL.jpg"><figcaption><a href="https://www.thatcreativefeeling.com/wp-content/uploads/Christian-Schloe.jpg">Christian Schloe</a></figcaption></figure>Essential to survival, water is nourishment, love is nourishment of the cosmos, do not be fooled, each particle and nano particle carry love as their host, the reason for existence once beheld, usurps the inner kindling and sets in the fire which burns inside, despite temper~ destroyed in the face of the potion that is inherent in every human being; light.How does one define a special force? It is only what molecules know even if we, person’s undefined emot

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ion, are love.The essence of all that us good, only fools speak of love as destruction, for nothing is nor can be holistic without temptation of forbidden fruit, smiles may contain deep seated roots of hatred, yet, bad experience does not define love, love is immeasurable, undefined, the unrefined, large, small, nothing at all, everything you know of and you know nothing about, stronger than jealousy, master of the ships, commander of the hips that sway to the art of making love, existential.Reach your highest potential, stay there, wait for love to arrive, it will not sever ties to the earth it feeds off and surrounds the living, a host living inside that multiplies with each taste of the honey that is always at arm’s reach,in reality, It is the essence of the fruit tree, the essence of your fingertips, every bite, every sensation that pulls you into it’s sphere of existence brings you back home, safely, back home.<a href="undefined">Anna Rozwadowska</a> 2020</article></body>

Dead Poets Live Prompt “Love”

Love; drugs of medicinal portions in ethereal language, concoctions of rye and baby soda, smooth in the throat chamber, undefined is the bond between lover and the beloved, the field where right doing and wrong doing cajole, even the smallest of grasses hear it’s pulsating vibrations, stemming from underground chambers, lava and daily bread it all comes together, in pieces defined as the heart.

Love the one you are with, love the stranger met with anger, pull out the thorns of hurt from the inside of your ribs pull out experience which taught you neither to love or swim in a sea of abundant temptations, love is the bittersweet music that, if seasoned with a hint of sugar, becomes edible where it could not be digested, before.

Come, fly the kite, become friends and love thyself, past over all insecurities, all doubt, fear, unanswered prayers troubles that have left indentations within the chest, season it with the builder’s delight, not a fright, no fright, pull out the thorn my friend.

Essential to survival, water is nourishment, love is nourishment of the cosmos, do not be fooled, each particle and nano particle carry love as their host, the reason for existence once beheld, usurps the inner kindling and sets in the fire which burns inside, despite temper~ destroyed in the face of the potion that is inherent in every human being; light.

How does one define a special force? It is only what molecules know even if we, person’s undefined emotion, are love.

The essence of all that us good, only fools speak of love as destruction, for nothing is nor can be holistic without temptation of forbidden fruit, smiles may contain deep seated roots of hatred, yet, bad experience does not define love, love is immeasurable, undefined, the unrefined, large, small, nothing at all, everything you know of and you know nothing about, stronger than jealousy, master of the ships, commander of the hips that sway to the art of making love, existential.

Reach your highest potential, stay there, wait for love to arrive, it will not sever ties to the earth it feeds off and surrounds the living, a host living inside that multiplies with each taste of the honey that is always at arm’s reach,

in reality, It is the essence of the fruit tree, the essence of your fingertips, every bite, every sensation that pulls you into it’s sphere of existence brings you back home, safely, back home.