28-04-2018

Strolling down the highway, you have exhausted heels, You have tired soul, been fighting very hard. You merit a rift. A prince without a goddess, A birdie without a rhythm, a crystal with no jingle; You’ve lost everything. Never lose belief in the divine nature it twirls around you.

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