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Omni-portrayal Bull **** in love, to the dark And omnipresent vote for survival Of love, bull **** knows where avid harks Children of love... And steady immersion of poise to the like Wise, the grace of reliance on us... That has voice, for a philosophy of psyche That we are sleeping next to... Chance and devoid, the world's honor Has come of age, in our stir of again and youth Wouldn't you, the rosey future of stomached verve? Awakening at a reasoned silence... The tooth of simple society, has awoken with me Poorer answers to liberty, with the flower of amends Has become my service to an ideal, that is here to collect anarchy? Sleepy beginnings... To a call to worth, I don't know for a shy reality Nor the solemn, a table of suicide for its garner of winnings From the hands of guidance, that has established fealty... A thank you kiss? And the giving eye, of redress for indiscretion With the kind repose of virtue, a halo of a worldly wish Ready in peace's live, to weigh the common with our intuition The truth of bull **** Ample redoubt of a knowing vice, that has you by the toe Since to vainer gifts of sharing, with living strength to wit Is it willful to judge another's dream, with the sense of worldlier soul's?
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Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
The Yet Of Meant A Better Wait, Let...
Omni-portrayal Bull **** in love, to the dark And omnipresent vote for survival Of love, bull **** knows where avid harks Children of love... And steady immersion of poise to the like Wise, the grace of reliance on us... That has voice, for a philosophy of psyche That we are sleeping next to... Chance and devoid, the world's honor Has come of age, in our stir of again and youth Wouldn't you, the rosey future of stomached verve? Awakening at a reasoned silence... The tooth of simple society, has awoken with me Poorer answers to liberty, with the flower of amends Has become my service to an ideal, that is here to collect anarchy? Sleepy beginnings... To a call to worth, I don't know for a shy reality Nor the solemn, a table of suicide for its garner of winnings From the hands of guidance, that has established fealty... A thank you kiss? And the giving eye, of redress for indiscretion With the kind repose of virtue, a halo of a worldly wish Ready in peace's live, to weigh the common with our intuition The truth of bull **** Ample redoubt of a knowing vice, that has you by the toe Since to vainer gifts of sharing, with living strength to wit Is it willful to judge another's dream, with the sense of worldlier soul's?
didn't a speed for specialness, become a shadow of the philosopher's stone?
#sleep#society#avidity#sense
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
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