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Roses, at no known noses Halt and havoc Before a rage loses It's hap, hate me for a clock... Yeast and mustard Together to dance, a ruley wind Looking for a grace, to pardon A whole sincerity, for a clashing mind Think the bride, the groom Of a voices violence, but know A rage in the heart is nothing but doom Was is a child here, a bared wish to blow Your mind, with a smile Cause, quarter, and a cornered clique With the move's of life, so simple Seem the next, the expected generation; an it Is it me, with a sanity? Is it me, in the denial of a lifetime? Is it me, arguing the thunder and lightning, in the sky? Is it me, with a probing tongue, for another lover's chime? Two bad, I had to fall in love... Fleeting success, eating lest A creation of desperation, with a final covenant These prophecies, make us cry like a passion is our bless...
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
Who, Cries At The Setting Sun?
Roses, at no known noses Halt and havoc Before a rage loses It's hap, hate me for a clock... Yeast and mustard Together to dance, a ruley wind Looking for a grace, to pardon A whole sincerity, for a clashing mind Think the bride, the groom Of a voices violence, but know A rage in the heart is nothing but doom Was is a child here, a bared wish to blow Your mind, with a smile Cause, quarter, and a cornered clique With the move's of life, so simple Seem the next, the expected generation; an it Is it me, with a sanity? Is it me, in the denial of a lifetime? Is it me, arguing the thunder and lightning, in the sky? Is it me, with a probing tongue, for another lover's chime? Two bad, I had to fall in love... Fleeting success, eating lest A creation of desperation, with a final covenant These prophecies, make us cry like a passion is our bless...
William Shakespeare, could write his sonnet's in a silken tongue, never was...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
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