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Missing morsel of care, Where without am I as despair, Loaned and berated same, We've reaffirmed no gains, In our hungers all are fed, Yet inside the twisted draws heavily instead, Hours in outline defensively meant, While instincts trade you'll have left all unsaid, Hours in outline defensively bent, Create her against, And I'll grasp no string nor pull up on a door, simplest treasure I could only ignore
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
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Missing morsel of care, Where without am I as despair, Loaned and berated same, We've reaffirmed no gains, In our hungers all are fed, Yet inside the twisted draws heavily instead, Hours in outline defensively meant, While instincts trade you'll have left all unsaid, Hours in outline defensively bent, Create her against, And I'll grasp no string nor pull up on a door, simplest treasure I could only ignore
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
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