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Tides Home is such a saving grace Lips no one wanted to kiss, but knew a shadow sigh's Care and stare the song of deeds, when suggestion needs space Livid hope Taking the time, in a windy reach To affirm the guarantee of promised firsts of lasts cope The liberty of a renown, has a moment to understand each? Chances with a world That has seen the better of how, in the realm of us To seek but one more fate, in the piety we encounter... A happier face, has appeared to question the cause: Speed is so special, life in a round eye to understate the wishes We know in the courage, if not the heroism of a wry austerity Time to treatise, in the ley of the land, with shoes to see, isn't Is a fairing gift to seek the surreal, with a patience's, charity... Lords of today...? Silent as a given choice is, a privilege to where the wait Of a coming breeze, said to be a whole with interim to offer, a wage Of to each, their quiet is an angel, but that answer is nearing quaintly...
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
A Little Halo Service...
Tides Home is such a saving grace Lips no one wanted to kiss, but knew a shadow sigh's Care and stare the song of deeds, when suggestion needs space Livid hope Taking the time, in a windy reach To affirm the guarantee of promised firsts of lasts cope The liberty of a renown, has a moment to understand each? Chances with a world That has seen the better of how, in the realm of us To seek but one more fate, in the piety we encounter... A happier face, has appeared to question the cause: Speed is so special, life in a round eye to understate the wishes We know in the courage, if not the heroism of a wry austerity Time to treatise, in the ley of the land, with shoes to see, isn't Is a fairing gift to seek the surreal, with a patience's, charity... Lords of today...? Silent as a given choice is, a privilege to where the wait Of a coming breeze, said to be a whole with interim to offer, a wage Of to each, their quiet is an angel, but that answer is nearing quaintly...
and the angel's released unto the world, a good hair daydream...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
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