Reading ginsterbusch's journal

Love that does not
Destroy myself
Feeling grateful
What is given
To me, this feels like
Heaven will fall
Upon me.

The final stage is
Never reaching the definite
One is going to
Develop your senses.
Your mind.

What minds you of
Strange beings are living
In this place it's warm
And.
Nobody.

Fears you.
Dont have anymore.
You fears have not
anymore.

cu, w0lf.

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This is a love poem, but not yet finished.

cu, w0lf.

Fuck off the 30 seconds posting limit!