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Wishes, I never wanted: But prayed for... Include me, when a sun fronted A song; justice, for a silence that were An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption I have yet to find, in misery Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty A chance's meeting... Without a soul's music...? Then, in though is a fleeting Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic Patience, am I dead, when you smile? Paradise's praises... A lie's prayer, that I created with denial Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages? Curious, the taste in sunshine... A tattered hat, with must to adjourn A rational source, to a lover's whine Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn? A sunshine, a clash of worldliness Sent to rage, for a climate of pain That has seen you, in the voice of pasts Proud, vengeful and sated... I see the presence of meaning... Hearing your coy world, become a flower The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
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Wishes, I never wanted: But prayed for... Include me, when a sun fronted A song; justice, for a silence that were An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption I have yet to find, in misery Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty A chance's meeting... Without a soul's music...? Then, in though is a fleeting Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic Patience, am I dead, when you smile? Paradise's praises... A lie's prayer, that I created with denial Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages? Curious, the taste in sunshine... A tattered hat, with must to adjourn A rational source, to a lover's whine Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn? A sunshine, a clash of worldliness Sent to rage, for a climate of pain That has seen you, in the voice of pasts Proud, vengeful and sated... I see the presence of meaning... Hearing your coy world, become a flower The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
I met a "stranger" lord than "absolute love" than you... and he knew what to due, with hatred, dread...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
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