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I don't know what you were doing, But you look like a dog That just stole the roast From right off the table! Actually, I know it, I'm just giving it a better face. In that mercy, is it grace? Is it blessing? Are you saved? Anchors like weights, Writs from writers acting Behind the curtains. I fear they don't even know it's a play, But they're aware there's stakes. Whatever press representative That today flirt nationally Are riddled with stains. Very few apart from the alternative, Though they have well suffered By those who are dependents. Who is guilty? Who is judging?
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
I Think Not & Judge Less
I don't know what you were doing, But you look like a dog That just stole the roast From right off the table! Actually, I know it, I'm just giving it a better face. In that mercy, is it grace? Is it blessing? Are you saved? Anchors like weights, Writs from writers acting Behind the curtains. I fear they don't even know it's a play, But they're aware there's stakes. Whatever press representative That today flirt nationally Are riddled with stains. Very few apart from the alternative, Though they have well suffered By those who are dependents. Who is guilty? Who is judging?
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
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