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Misses mission Aches and done, with the picture And the known, with a knowing moon Sour old stares, and a question to cure Lemon tree's growing in the pillow One night, is a tree ever more than a friend? In the leagues of the wind, can a pipe glow? Faces and tastes, you claim are another growing wind... Happy? Silence has found me, in a graceful ear Through the looking glass, you said, could earn me a laughter A ray of sunshine has appeared, with the eyes of a twilight tear... Lend me an ear... All those that say, and due the questions of a harrowed baby Won't sadism begin here, in the image of a bitterer mirror Ask me when the clash in the road, hasn't a wall, to **** any... Magic, is it better known as misery? Rare and to the point, races to and from, plays cousin patience To know the better of a wishing world, the toes of ****** in history Came and went with me, the boot and the needs of a hoot, reliance Open the box, little one Another fate to live well, until the world has seen Living in the more, is a cloudy wish on the end of a love Nothing more than a heat in your smile, is my keep a she?
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
Do Little Boys, Know How To Addict Each Other, Wise?
Misses mission Aches and done, with the picture And the known, with a knowing moon Sour old stares, and a question to cure Lemon tree's growing in the pillow One night, is a tree ever more than a friend? In the leagues of the wind, can a pipe glow? Faces and tastes, you claim are another growing wind... Happy? Silence has found me, in a graceful ear Through the looking glass, you said, could earn me a laughter A ray of sunshine has appeared, with the eyes of a twilight tear... Lend me an ear... All those that say, and due the questions of a harrowed baby Won't sadism begin here, in the image of a bitterer mirror Ask me when the clash in the road, hasn't a wall, to **** any... Magic, is it better known as misery? Rare and to the point, races to and from, plays cousin patience To know the better of a wishing world, the toes of ****** in history Came and went with me, the boot and the needs of a hoot, reliance Open the box, little one Another fate to live well, until the world has seen Living in the more, is a cloudy wish on the end of a love Nothing more than a heat in your smile, is my keep a she?
so Mr. brown mustard, the misses is in the town, shopping for a new family; photo... what should a rocket in the sky dew, when I see you through this little hole?
#homosexuality#mothers#little#yellow#pill#psychosis
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
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