Honest

Love is the overlay, to my map.
Distilled purifier, master key to the path,
The journey ever painful no worthier cause than love,
My opposition the sling and arrows of men and women, who's minds like children still must grow
I will be your father figure , i have eternity to work within.
I am.

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Our world

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