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Ask me when the tune is in order Simple, mutual and narcissistically pronounced Pouts we saved, become a rule of thumb Voices to remember you, a host of inclination, found? Intuition found your shoe... Bared and staring at the name of infinite share We collect a need to us, like the song we woo The blessing of another muse, is only where...? Places and faces of direction, an estimate Of since, we are the clarity of espousal Sight unseen, the question of vice, has come irate? Is anger to term the naked, the future of valediction? A band with hands on the other side Of commencement, to wish in unseemly did The character we approve, is but a decisive flight Of fancy, that has the stone of heed, for a friend Honor among thieves, or adage of a copping plea? The tooth we sought, for a dalliance that has the tears A bird of paradise, that calmly advances on the sake, seen And heard, with a repose that ventures far, as you near...
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Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 10:59 PM UTC
Good Music And The Gospel Of Saint Emmanuel
Ask me when the tune is in order Simple, mutual and narcissistically pronounced Pouts we saved, become a rule of thumb Voices to remember you, a host of inclination, found? Intuition found your shoe... Bared and staring at the name of infinite share We collect a need to us, like the song we woo The blessing of another muse, is only where...? Places and faces of direction, an estimate Of since, we are the clarity of espousal Sight unseen, the question of vice, has come irate? Is anger to term the naked, the future of valediction? A band with hands on the other side Of commencement, to wish in unseemly did The character we approve, is but a decisive flight Of fancy, that has the stone of heed, for a friend Honor among thieves, or adage of a copping plea? The tooth we sought, for a dalliance that has the tears A bird of paradise, that calmly advances on the sake, seen And heard, with a repose that ventures far, as you near...
Was and was not, the times to a furious skip of deliberation, a funky hat?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 10:59 PM UTC
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