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If a bell tolls... For whom, is a lover known? Threshold to act upon weary eyes, oh you soul The creation we find, in void moments sown... A rue of compassion The till in evidential hills Sun and wine, to tell a tale to promises lasting... A herald of simple gifts and rises of poise, will Lovers to the end Exactly need, in voice's portrayal And seeking guidance for a named lip, here is mend In the scope of distance and reality of a soul Succinctly new? And with sense's favors, to claim a richness of good... In the speed we accredit to love, is worth a filial who? Seeing the gesture bloomed, is fate acts or paces, new? Heed me when the holiday is over, lover Might's to consider a whole, if a liberty is to be The thought of romance, is a changing season, meant dour In the shared seldom, of when a passion has it, to lead... A fruit of conscience A hap of solace, predestined to same A reason of couth, to collect a hardier presence A wish of blessing the best you have to often, and the patience of fame
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Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:15 PM UTC
Why Love, Is A Wisdom's Shoulder (Baring Wait...)
If a bell tolls... For whom, is a lover known? Threshold to act upon weary eyes, oh you soul The creation we find, in void moments sown... A rue of compassion The till in evidential hills Sun and wine, to tell a tale to promises lasting... A herald of simple gifts and rises of poise, will Lovers to the end Exactly need, in voice's portrayal And seeking guidance for a named lip, here is mend In the scope of distance and reality of a soul Succinctly new? And with sense's favors, to claim a richness of good... In the speed we accredit to love, is worth a filial who? Seeing the gesture bloomed, is fate acts or paces, new? Heed me when the holiday is over, lover Might's to consider a whole, if a liberty is to be The thought of romance, is a changing season, meant dour In the shared seldom, of when a passion has it, to lead... A fruit of conscience A hap of solace, predestined to same A reason of couth, to collect a hardier presence A wish of blessing the best you have to often, and the patience of fame
#lovers#unity#simplicity#holidays#romance#wisdom
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:15 PM UTC
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