SURREALLY, SURMOUNTED-NEVER THE TWAIN SHALL MEET!!..

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It's a difficult new experience, a wonderfully, extraordinarily crafted fable of a life changing and challenging odyssey-from a poker face to surfeit of contentment and happiness.

Life has become a theme park of theosophy of love and belongingness-thawing the menace which i thought was unremediable. Flowing from being sloppy to smacked..obnoxious to the oasis of solace..insolent and insoluble to inversed..invective to flourishing with subtle flow of my dimples..inward looking to invulnerable..porous to twee..waived to walking over..I feel going unaccountable to the world.

Love has become the viatica given to a person near or in danger of death, the death of feeling Yahweh being loved obsessively and fiercely and seemingly so very truly,deeply and madly after insufferable and ornated love ordeals. I am mesmerised by the metaphysical rhinestone achievement through fantasies pacified by the communion of our souls which are into indepth love and attachment being one. The words,our words are the victory here, being the minaret to concieve the fiery demigoddess-a bad dream.

Everything is extortionate to combine with reality. Still I am going exulted and tranced amidst the fog of promises and inseparation as this innocent intoxication is addictive and stubborn. It is not about soulmates imbibed into one soul and osculating the essence of desperate death together, rather it is about the universe of miraculous mirage.

Being repressed by the world, longing to conquer and roister the lost emotions out of all the taboos which stint me at this nick.

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