I woke up this morning saying,
Thank you. but maybe I should've said "Stank You."
Cause it turns out it was never good luck.
It was perfect alignment. It was accepting my assignment. There were moments that defined it. And I can't even describe em. How does a petal describe the warmth of the sun? That shit was magnificent. This life is luxurious. All blessed up and wrapped up In love. Glistening. Like Pyrite Like Silver Really heavy. Like Gold. Magnum. Opus. Magazine. Extended. 9 mm caliber In Numerology That's fulfillment. Sniper Optics. The infinite is the scope. The divinity is the focus. You got the power.
Faith Underwood
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