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Is to ask... The problems of virtue Lent the total, of curious facts Only the world, seems to offer a clue A sneeze with no redoubt... Promises of a smile that alleviate cares... Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout... Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares... There is an echo in my way... Simple senses of wonder to differ with? Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss... Poor, the psyche I imagine Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan? Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity? Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been? We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster Is retrospect, actual love? Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts
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Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
Writing A Letter To Nobody, But Anarchy?
Is to ask... The problems of virtue Lent the total, of curious facts Only the world, seems to offer a clue A sneeze with no redoubt... Promises of a smile that alleviate cares... Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout... Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares... There is an echo in my way... Simple senses of wonder to differ with? Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss... Poor, the psyche I imagine Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan? Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity? Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been? We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster Is retrospect, actual love? Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts
given the gift of sophistication, is seldom for any and all, who praise the guidance of goodness's judgment?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
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