ethan-7 - Hello Poetry

Domna Nixea. Albus Silvius et panis caldus Explo conigita iacio cubilis Venit Nixea Domnait micans gemmit pulla est Puella Abluae, Ausculua caerulus et orstinus. Explo ablus oculea Crystallus Gracilis est forma Omna adspicio Vultuea Scandalum basio olim Domna Nixea Asperusa Medit Concripot comatusit Qualitercunqupo facio Glacionto mihi. Alienus invenio terris Mano assilmos fridus Mihi Thorax Pondus nunc Ferrum Haereo Cutis Duo Gravis Forma Digi Transfigo Cearulus Embracio domna corpa Videa Nunca Eom *** viri Eo viaea Patens Brachiuma Viris audio apelli Nunc digis aturnus Substrictus cludo oculus Mihi uro cori Sentio dextra Ausculea frigis Algeo meus Video via Sol evanuit Domna Nixea

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC

ethan-7

Domna Nixia

Domna Nixea. Albus Silvius et panis caldus Explo conigita iacio cubilis Venit Nixea Domnait micans gemmit pulla est Puella Abluae, Ausculua caerulus et orstinus. Explo ablus oculea Crystallus Gracilis est forma Omna adspicio Vultuea Scandalum basio olim Domna Nixea Asperusa Medit Concripot comatusit Qualitercunqupo facio Glacionto mihi. Alienus invenio terris Mano assilmos fridus Mihi Thorax Pondus nunc Ferrum Haereo Cutis Duo Gravis Forma Digi Transfigo Cearulus Embracio domna corpa Videa Nunca Eom *** viri Eo viaea Patens Brachiuma Viris audio apelli Nunc digis aturnus Substrictus cludo oculus Mihi uro cori Sentio dextra Ausculea frigis Algeo meus Video via Sol evanuit Domna Nixea

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Here we go The human race They let it blow Up in our face. And here I stand A final man It all seemed planned To end this way And though I lie On the verge I cannot try I cannot Urge What gods remain Up in the sky What ending refrain To my lullaby So rest little soldier Rest little man Be strong like you're older Pretend like you can Stomach the rage Stomach the pride What ending refrain To my lullaby You fought for years You killed for more You've seen the tears As your people tore Through the borders Through the lands Tip the boulders Kick the sands You scream "go to hell!" And kick the can So here we stand The last of days Praying something Would take the pain And child you cry You've seen the worst Your blinded eye You're feeling cursed So Stomach the pain Stomach the pride What a ending refrain To a lullaby

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Nov 17, 2025

Nov 17, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC

ethan-7

My Lullaby

Here we go The human race They let it blow Up in our face. And here I stand A final man It all seemed planned To end this way And though I lie On the verge I cannot try I cannot Urge What gods remain Up in the sky What ending refrain To my lullaby So rest little soldier Rest little man Be strong like you're older Pretend like you can Stomach the rage Stomach the pride What ending refrain To my lullaby You fought for years You killed for more You've seen the tears As your people tore Through the borders Through the lands Tip the boulders Kick the sands You scream "go to hell!" And kick the can So here we stand The last of days Praying something Would take the pain And child you cry You've seen the worst Your blinded eye You're feeling cursed So Stomach the pain Stomach the pride What a ending refrain To a lullaby

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I once met a newborn child. she called herself "Wonder-Love" her hair was orange as pumpkins and her skin as light as doves. Her face was round and kind her eyes were wide and saw every aspect that her mind with Wonder she saw it all. I once met a newborn child She called herself "Princess" her elegance and grace complied made all the Disney ones reflect. Her eyes were wide and pretty and her arms were open for embrace I love that little princess A niece is never too great.

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC

ethan-7

WonderLove

I once met a newborn child. she called herself "Wonder-Love" her hair was orange as pumpkins and her skin as light as doves. Her face was round and kind her eyes were wide and saw every aspect that her mind with Wonder she saw it all. I once met a newborn child She called herself "Princess" her elegance and grace complied made all the Disney ones reflect. Her eyes were wide and pretty and her arms were open for embrace I love that little princess A niece is never too great.

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