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The throne room Iconoclast, worldly color To a fashion of wishes, in this gloom We succeed the curt, if not courteous, with valor... Simple irony, in the verse of the sky Spare, succinct, share and relinquish Hold the scare, of a time to rely Upon a salty stare, that does wish: Halves of silence, a waiting egg With two thoughts, to give you A hair is a story, best served in bed A stare is hoary, unless a smile runs into could... A sign on the door, that knew the heat Forever in a swallow of water, that has smelled a flower Show, merit, know, and scare; inspiration... Is a jewel of family's, to understate a certain power Lightning strikes, but luck never does Your chances and ye somberness Is a quieter finish, to a meal to the ingenue of us A weary stare that is, the place of a need's wisdom? How, comes the voice of the king... Sweet as a strive, sour as a stark can be My notion, to feed the forlorn, is a sweaty promise, to mean Is a caring God, the privilege of a charity in couth, or a shallow ****
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
Noticing God, Spends Time On The Road...
The throne room Iconoclast, worldly color To a fashion of wishes, in this gloom We succeed the curt, if not courteous, with valor... Simple irony, in the verse of the sky Spare, succinct, share and relinquish Hold the scare, of a time to rely Upon a salty stare, that does wish: Halves of silence, a waiting egg With two thoughts, to give you A hair is a story, best served in bed A stare is hoary, unless a smile runs into could... A sign on the door, that knew the heat Forever in a swallow of water, that has smelled a flower Show, merit, know, and scare; inspiration... Is a jewel of family's, to understate a certain power Lightning strikes, but luck never does Your chances and ye somberness Is a quieter finish, to a meal to the ingenue of us A weary stare that is, the place of a need's wisdom? How, comes the voice of the king... Sweet as a strive, sour as a stark can be My notion, to feed the forlorn, is a sweaty promise, to mean Is a caring God, the privilege of a charity in couth, or a shallow ****
with all joy and decency, what if I told you that **** tower, gave directions Can sunshine remind you to love a space for the rest of us?
#misery#notation#somberness#godliness#succession
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
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