I just want to partake in the idea of the flowing river, but to bite the fruit, could be the eve, of something real occurring, a dream come true, and commitment, when we’re born, for some, our cups are filled, with all sorts of spirits, who I am, could be many things, and it’s my assignment, to allow them fulfillment, their dreams and desires, yearning for love and life, I could never provide them, so like a river it must flow, may it enter your cup, so many are suffering, it is our duty, to partake in this daily bread…

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