my thoughts rove through your clouds like an antidote to anything monotone your thoughts on the scene of my joy filled with stars, mutilate any pains we're lured by a distinct sense of magic while clandestinely, the night guards us the dream's dreaming boils in us a love as if we're vitamins and passion's donors there's nothing better than this mastery fusing at my power's degrees with yours

same date, same month, same hour, different year, exploring deeply the reflections of the story I am, while other new chapters, like many myriad others are waiting happily to be sublimely explored, and invoked in the category of wonder with pleasure, using some joyfulness and the visionary innocence of my spirit balanced delightfully at life's power in the abundance of love to my subtle delectation. tchin-tchin à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ🥂