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Lost, refound Boding a sense of austerity... That predicted a conscience, of how The wait and waters, of possibility... Finish me My salt's worth, is a heroism to find The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy? That sees the seldom of assurance to mind... Long and bared The tooth of passion Has been lost, somewhere And a secret with my needs, has an intuition Berate a friend for slowness...? A tale of homage and vestige, to count As another ideal live and let live, of kindness Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round? Curiosity, is at an all-time high? Time with a haphazard sign of the times? Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh? Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines? Until... A silence is broken by the seizure of occults Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill? We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls Pittances and pains, patience and poorness Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?
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Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC
Having A Daydream, On Lingering Shores...?
Lost, refound Boding a sense of austerity... That predicted a conscience, of how The wait and waters, of possibility... Finish me My salt's worth, is a heroism to find The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy? That sees the seldom of assurance to mind... Long and bared The tooth of passion Has been lost, somewhere And a secret with my needs, has an intuition Berate a friend for slowness...? A tale of homage and vestige, to count As another ideal live and let live, of kindness Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round? Curiosity, is at an all-time high? Time with a haphazard sign of the times? Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh? Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines? Until... A silence is broken by the seizure of occults Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill? We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls Pittances and pains, patience and poorness Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?
Places to warm the spirit, until a new day dawn's
#love#beaches#harmony#shame
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC
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