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This is Romeo and Juliet, Peace should be our conclusions' found in the spirit, Forgiveness and Love...


This is Romeo and Juliet, Peace should be our conclusions found in our spirits, we've begun the dance. Pardon me, I thought I would ask if it's okay with you that I engage your loving spirit? I promise to give it back without fear...

We are carved of all others, we are brothers and sisters around the globe, we are kinship, Love and Peace, so let's damn well act like it!

But God chose Love and Love is God, bing bang and a rat a tang bang, there are no devils or phantoms within, we imagined them! Imagine your Love into your own story. You, them and they and thee, knew and I did not, the choice was on you...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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