piphany

I am

I am a blossoming deism, with my roots in the mould of agony. On a trunk of bliss made from the cellulose of our unity. Stretched towards the mercy of the summer sky, for my buds to with the light of love burst into a radiant crown within.

؏الم

God in the most high

Thank you, Amy.

This, Amy Grant; to any "a my" granted.

To whomever it concerns,

consider yourself ؏ا - for Eternal Life

and you can figure out the rest.

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