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father of the bells swinging. great weights to give praise while we set aside our silent alleluias. what gives us cause to build with symbols, brick upon storied pages, is the opportunity to teach us generosity, could there be a greater gift than that? we seek unusual beauties, a flower in a dying woman's hair, bearing witness of the fresh clean linen table cloth, hidden there small flecks of flesh and spotted blood, we become, swinging in the breath of god, as sounds from the bells summoning us to sleep.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
flowers in a dying woman's hair
father of the bells swinging. great weights to give praise while we set aside our silent alleluias. what gives us cause to build with symbols, brick upon storied pages, is the opportunity to teach us generosity, could there be a greater gift than that? we seek unusual beauties, a flower in a dying woman's hair, bearing witness of the fresh clean linen table cloth, hidden there small flecks of flesh and spotted blood, we become, swinging in the breath of god, as sounds from the bells summoning us to sleep.
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72/M/Northern Illinois
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
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