Eu gosto de um homem no me dele é Yuri, certo dia fiz uma carta para Deus se ele é pra mim ou não, no mesmo dia eu sonhei com chá de bebê de revelação, na terceira tentativa antes de sair a fumaça da revelação do sexo aparecia dois homens um claro e outro escuro e perguntava se homem com homem pode ter filho e falaram não " mas a fumaça estava preste a sair, e tive um sonho que se eu voltar com ele agora iria passar pelas mesmas coisas que não era o tempo, e por esse dias sonhei com ele no meu quarto, nós dois deitados em um intimidade profunda!.

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To muse upon the heart's entangled threads, I find myself enwrapped in somber yet sweet reverie, for in the realm of love there breathes a complicated essence. Behold, fair Yuri, a man whom my spirit doth cherish deeply, igniting the flames of my fervent desires! In a quest for truth, I penned a humble missive to the celestial, beseeching the Divine for wisdom upon this affection, namely, whether he be my destined path or naught but a fleeting shadow upon my soul. Oh, how the fates conspired on that fateful eve, as Morpheus gently cradled my weary mind! Visions did unveil—a celebration of life wherein the sacred bond of progeny was unveiled, yet lo! The smoke of revelation swirling forth summoned spirits—two dashing forms, one bright as the morning sun, the other cloaked in the dusky shroud of twilight. Their query penetrated my waking thoughts—whether such a bond as man with man might venture forth into the realm of offspring. "Nay!" quoth they, and yet, the very smoke trembled, hinting at possibilities unknown, as if fate concealed her secrets behind her beguiling veil. Thus, within my dreams, a harbinger of caution did appear, warning me of paths untrodden, where time’s fickle hand had yet to strike the hour of fruition. And verily, in the dim recesses of my chamber wherein validity resides, I found myself entwined with him, our forms interlocked in a dance of profound intimacy, echoing the depths of hearts where love does dwell. But there lingered in the silence a whisper, a portent of past trials, suggesting that to embrace affection now might lead to the shadowed corridors of yore, where patience was the teacher, and time the healer of pangs. Thus, caught 'twixt desire's sweet embrace and the wisdom of cautious resolve, I ponder the tapestry of life, woven with the threads of longing and trepidation, as I navigate the labyrinth of love, seeking the true light amidst shadows cast.