Beautifulove vol. 2

Beautifulove

Shake Spears free from wounds. 

And beauty is relative, but just look how close your genealogy runs. Once in my arms two no more and I’ve won, one is now a company. Bending the doctrines of normalities when normally hills and valleys wont vanish but the vamping swashbuckling knight likes when the elements are at his disposal. That being said, sense an ultimately pure pouring of pour in, not of eeyore, but likened to the joy of Turin, tuning into each other watching themselves grow. Flow endlessly into every second, not regarding the common guard of sparring off the quests and remarks.

 And the earth turns to meet the sun and is met by delicate lips, lingering this beautifulove upon the flesh. Jest not, the complex simplicity, rules without rules, commonplace, no roost without contact, come back, reach not. Silence the overlying theme, science being sidestepped for mystics minds read and  blind deaths. Kept, close in the part of the mind. Once again portrayed as a demi, phoenix is risen, ashes by the tonne. No worries however. The connection could be said with words worse an attempt at putting down even the most accurate representation of works.

Blinds given without an end, run along, don't dive in. sure, not 110 harmony, but the mad theorist, growing in his stature, implements another theory, magic.

 Connections are of an exquisite nature, explosive and implosive in store when a late stowaway is in place. And beauty is delicate. Frail hatred momentarily when he fails to make four or make two. Typical ride out, make it through. Phoenix from the flames does nothing to free him from the the fame fear not, the fare is worth it. time stands still when the rhythm is created and cremated in an ultimate passion, climb back after climb acts. undeniable. Kind of.

Hitches of course, glitches of course. A Barbie lifestyle? Barbed wire in reality. Barking, but dawg, what's better than imperfection? bars by society, but eye see bars of poetry, that's that beautifulove. Teaching while being taught, willing to learn, well into her. That's that midnight drop an album shit. Surprise and surf rides, whoa. No faux. Pride! N's joy. Bursts of content, not to be too corny but this maze is fun, why complain when the love is the run? Simplicity reiterated as if Sizzla revisited the prism of living, live in such a manner that woman nor man hurts, stick to the script as your cursive needs work.

Tranquil. Warmth, quilts. Wars, quit not. Walks,until feet move no longer.

Try not to get track 5, its vegas when played back, acidic if you sit still.

still, being tutored on how to care. How to include. How to ink lewd things on skin. White marks like wahlberg. Feeling anew, refreshed! constant motion in this rest. we'll see.