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Urges, we never said... Were the time, the thoughts of open bother Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead: A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover A brassier share, in the need of promises Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health Speaking of hell... Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn... Is it me, or did I just wake up? City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice? Tell me the story, comes my conscience A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon... Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...? Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind... Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid... Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...? Care for another, victim of insincerity? Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend... Cough, cough; palpable Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to **** Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
Waking Up With A Broken Television
Urges, we never said... Were the time, the thoughts of open bother Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead: A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover A brassier share, in the need of promises Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health Speaking of hell... Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn... Is it me, or did I just wake up? City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice? Tell me the story, comes my conscience A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon... Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...? Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind... Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid... Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...? Care for another, victim of insincerity? Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend... Cough, cough; palpable Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to **** Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?
I owe kindness myself, with an air of trepidation that reminds dread is like a friend, was...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
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