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Acid smiles Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat Worth your was, thus a loose while Sweet knowing you, with this and that... Solemn kinds of whether? Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial? Talk to me... The rose and the voice of alright, tonight The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight... Yours again... Set to rights, the tale of seeking how For a better lover, the risks of integrity With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing... Is a reaching us, a clashing must? To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates... A look for bests is the only way to discuss A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth... With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?
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Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Ruse Of Devils, Roses That Say Goodbye
Acid smiles Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat Worth your was, thus a loose while Sweet knowing you, with this and that... Solemn kinds of whether? Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial? Talk to me... The rose and the voice of alright, tonight The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight... Yours again... Set to rights, the tale of seeking how For a better lover, the risks of integrity With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing... Is a reaching us, a clashing must? To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates... A look for bests is the only way to discuss A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth... With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?
Hello, dawn and dread, a liberty has responded ahead
#lies#altruism#fighting#spirit#substitution#lovelorn
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
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