Now...I can call my friend by many names...and some of them colourful,but not as amusing as for this more susbstance than at first assumed, as much cunning as her charm shows her to have.She is in many ways my favourite endearment.
Closest to God.
If a deaf bi/gay maori woman befriends you.
You come to realise to most extents and purposes
Without you active communication..they remain in another room.
Defending it at all costs....the door that remains closest to God is often the door that kicks you to hell.Now if you dont happen to believe in God...then much of the concept falls away...and remains as so often misunderstood
The Muse
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