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Pie for an ear Pie for a whistle, to come Pie for a craven side of a liberty's near Pie for a wish in the watch, of home Pulling the talk, no the what the **** Of grace to step forward, no man has a better plan Sour old willful, and seeking stink, the eye to pluck A hardy share of truth from the side of your face, where sincerity can Roles of the ****** with a care Suggestion is ours, for a lank memory, alive in the known Truer to **** the pie off, for we take the time to fare The skill's of another mind, with the very thoughts of oblivion? Wages we never collected, but gave freely Since we were the coping half, of a clock in the mission of a lifetime Can a meager sword of conscience, stand to wishes we found, in the ear Speed to a special lip, and tongue of ecstasy that has your crime Water, what ask's tomorrow eaches reason? Pain and the train of thought that made us Is a wholly different idea, is knowing all in season When none is ours, for a colossal clash with the written word, thus
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sitting In The Next Toilet, When It's Demigorgon
Pie for an ear Pie for a whistle, to come Pie for a craven side of a liberty's near Pie for a wish in the watch, of home Pulling the talk, no the what the **** Of grace to step forward, no man has a better plan Sour old willful, and seeking stink, the eye to pluck A hardy share of truth from the side of your face, where sincerity can Roles of the ****** with a care Suggestion is ours, for a lank memory, alive in the known Truer to **** the pie off, for we take the time to fare The skill's of another mind, with the very thoughts of oblivion? Wages we never collected, but gave freely Since we were the coping half, of a clock in the mission of a lifetime Can a meager sword of conscience, stand to wishes we found, in the ear Speed to a special lip, and tongue of ecstasy that has your crime Water, what ask's tomorrow eaches reason? Pain and the train of thought that made us Is a wholly different idea, is knowing all in season When none is ours, for a colossal clash with the written word, thus
and here's what put out the match, deuteronomy
#decisive#anecdote#silliness#lechery
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
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