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See the irony, the taste in the bible Sweet to homage, an honor of sight seen And believed to be, a necessary disciple With the common root to a living whim... Honor the dead, with the universes smile... Saved from presences of might, that calmly collected A hosts sedition, the showing taste of life, all the while Has a benign portion to its find, a host is its own reflected Spare, me the details of its decision, mutuality is a lot Candor was for king and queen before country, which amuses children Did is the only way to achieve a soul, as if love is an age not Begun with solaces interest, are we a finished thought to lend? Traitorousness aside The voice of freedom, to collect one more kindness If a realer simplicity is to be, the account of the times Where has a liberty been ever so much more than a calling, to this... Waiting for sunshine to prove? The stoic answer to all of a day, made for sincerity Was a willing hour, the voice we came to love? Regaled by a sorry eye one night, that life may know a reasons charity...
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Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
Tongues Of First And Last, Taken To You...
See the irony, the taste in the bible Sweet to homage, an honor of sight seen And believed to be, a necessary disciple With the common root to a living whim... Honor the dead, with the universes smile... Saved from presences of might, that calmly collected A hosts sedition, the showing taste of life, all the while Has a benign portion to its find, a host is its own reflected Spare, me the details of its decision, mutuality is a lot Candor was for king and queen before country, which amuses children Did is the only way to achieve a soul, as if love is an age not Begun with solaces interest, are we a finished thought to lend? Traitorousness aside The voice of freedom, to collect one more kindness If a realer simplicity is to be, the account of the times Where has a liberty been ever so much more than a calling, to this... Waiting for sunshine to prove? The stoic answer to all of a day, made for sincerity Was a willing hour, the voice we came to love? Regaled by a sorry eye one night, that life may know a reasons charity...
What glance is greater for fate, the land or denial? ask yourself when love comes for you...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
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