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Potted Sins Under Tweed In potted hills Finnish Cauldrons run quips losing custard! Vanquished serpents necking Lounging cretons lavish Tasking tisks Mirroled bounce Hinde bounding exiles Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet? Will and either knawlings Coffered Loave of Samson Reason less below her faults French horror? Recalcitrant! Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Eva The way Weighing entrance As exposed Aphrodite Emma Watson the abdominable baroque barracade in lust Duality in twines disregard as moment of depth inward Saints in Passing Falls I hurt inside of nights Mares of Ireland long in Gallow Gentle settlements of the north burn Frightful hauntings and return Return not in sorrowful bade Halted rising dress on patches dews Blind feet scamper in cautious glee Austere delight joining greys silver taunt And wild streets in liquored brilliance Convey omens hiding storms Yet her simple smiles pleasure died I've not returned by the doors In the city I was born Beside heavenly alters free Terribled loud crowding walks high My shortcuts beneath the gated baldlands Underhanded stars of crimes Mine only the letters Kind and devout Oh many devout promises of doom Yet young Irish boy do fearful Cannot travel with me near
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
French Horror
Potted Sins Under Tweed In potted hills Finnish Cauldrons run quips losing custard! Vanquished serpents necking Lounging cretons lavish Tasking tisks Mirroled bounce Hinde bounding exiles Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet? Will and either knawlings Coffered Loave of Samson Reason less below her faults French horror? Recalcitrant! Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Eva The way Weighing entrance As exposed Aphrodite Emma Watson the abdominable baroque barracade in lust Duality in twines disregard as moment of depth inward Saints in Passing Falls I hurt inside of nights Mares of Ireland long in Gallow Gentle settlements of the north burn Frightful hauntings and return Return not in sorrowful bade Halted rising dress on patches dews Blind feet scamper in cautious glee Austere delight joining greys silver taunt And wild streets in liquored brilliance Convey omens hiding storms Yet her simple smiles pleasure died I've not returned by the doors In the city I was born Beside heavenly alters free Terribled loud crowding walks high My shortcuts beneath the gated baldlands Underhanded stars of crimes Mine only the letters Kind and devout Oh many devout promises of doom Yet young Irish boy do fearful Cannot travel with me near
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
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