Moja4m
@moja4m Active 12 years, 8 months ago-
Moja4m and Pamela Nichols are now friends 11 years, 1 month ago
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Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Moja4m posted a new activity comment 12 years, 9 months ago
In reply to: Gopolang posted an update My heart argues with my mind and i’m left confussed still ViewHow do you plan to solve the challenge before you?
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Moja4m and Gopolang are now friends 12 years, 9 months ago
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Moja4m commented on the post, Time as a boy 12 years, 9 months ago
In pureness we free.
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Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago
Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.
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Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago
Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.
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Moja4m wrote a new post, Time as a boy 12 years, 9 months ago
When I think about time, I see a painting of a young boy with torn shorts, dirty school shirt, cracked lips, muddy feet, waiting for his time to be loved in a green old car as his bed, waiting to be fed, his soul as pure as a diamond.