to believe. one day you will love with laws, your fellow mate. your fellow soul. and bounce over the chill grapple of an aging, dying definition of what it is to marry. if you throw the spate of the 'traditional', the 'god intent', i wish we never speak again. the undying love on one hand, you preach, and yet restrict. shameful. and re-learn your morality. for everyone, every soul has the right, the prerogative, the power to love, and lust, despite the sloppiness of your recognizability.
not because i wish to politicize, but because i wish to make you think. think of a time you fell in love. so hard, so fast, so deep, that you smiled with constancy, wishing and cheering on the palate of dreams. to hold your souls, to sing and swim, to dance and kiss, with stars and wind, and magnolia blooms. reading poetry to another, in the phenomenal hand-written calligraphics. and then they snipped away your only flame, in the demonstrations of the legal prejudice. i hate them. i hate them with a passion i cannot describe -those absolute bigots and chasm-creationists of the right to love, the right to wed. and yes today, for the blind family, how do you act in such hypocrisy on the basis of a bio-hazard, supposed, that you create?
red heart. and in the symbolism of the protest. i, the reactionary, intend to learn. we right to right to sing in praise of the confectionery. of the saccharine intent of emotions, love, and matrimony, if so please. why marriage is the ultimatum, i will not fathom. but to revolt and rebel the right, the people of birth, you make me smile. and for the conservative, i have no tolerance for your stifling prejudice of coarse mishandling of human emotionality. let us move on, and learn to wed, as people. hopefully, with the legality.
not because i wish to politicize, but because i wish to make you think. think of a time you fell in love. so hard, so fast, so deep, that you smiled with constancy, wishing and cheering on the palate of dreams. to hold your souls, to sing and swim, to dance and kiss, with stars and wind, and magnolia blooms. reading poetry to another, in the phenomenal hand-written calligraphics. and then they snipped away your only flame, in the demonstrations of the legal prejudice. i hate them. i hate them with a passion i cannot describe -those absolute bigots and chasm-creationists of the right to love, the right to wed. and yes today, for the blind family, how do you act in such hypocrisy on the basis of a bio-hazard, supposed, that you create?
red heart. and in the symbolism of the protest. i, the reactionary, intend to learn. we right to right to sing in praise of the confectionery. of the saccharine intent of emotions, love, and matrimony, if so please. why marriage is the ultimatum, i will not fathom. but to revolt and rebel the right, the people of birth, you make me smile. and for the conservative, i have no tolerance for your stifling prejudice of coarse mishandling of human emotionality. let us move on, and learn to wed, as people. hopefully, with the legality.
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