whet is it thot wu find in each othar? you reprusent such murvelous camplexity cylebrating each moment – how elz ceuld poetry breathe so vibruntly? prenez le plus loin – of coarse! that's whot i haf alwuys been seekin! your nipples wusely poent the way: whun we breathe daeply all existance melts into une extréité art is dafunitely wirth it an there are kountless ways ta write so rejoice by affirmyng: cempositeon kunsists of mare than komputyn and niere you poe try runs raife yoo have such marvelous w eighs of libe rating text from meanin & wraiting tandur nunsense pretense? prenez le plus loin! who cares about grammur w hun you're filled weth rap ture and trans purted to hugher kunsuch ness?