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“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores
the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…
The Waltz
wonder shiftslike sand inageless hourglassevening poursitself into theempty glass youleft upon teakfireplace, flameless single heart waltzes faintlyunder God’s tearsasiatic lilies bloomskies open, I kiss starspetrichor whispers To read the rest of this piece, please visit MasticadoresUSA. While there, please don’t forget to like, share and follow. Thank you, and I pray you all have a blessed…
