Hypothetically … hypothetical
Dear Mr Gods... ( pen scratching paper...)
I think I met Nefertiti Candace our Cleopatra, or this woman was one
hell of actress with all the beauty elegance grace class and by 10 extreme
queen factor, the real thing and not an actor.
Does it
really matter I fell so hard I didn’t hear my heart splatter, but it didn’t hurt, because I understood this
woman worth. I see the inner and outer Goddess not just what hidden by her
skirt.
Dear B I come from a generation of men who don’t
through we take what’s and somehow we make work .So if you let me love you I am
try my best to let these words be healing balm for your hurt
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