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Your face won't matter Being faced with odds Oddly outnumbered in minds An unwearable sorrow And a forbidden religion? What effort did in a peaceful minds time Leave a world behind in itself Zen I am happy to be a man Again, more discipline and contemplation In suffering I rest Little use of a heated mind in centered meditation was found in the others brains No harness No relief from hehaw device kisses Expounding theorum and postulate to the untrained or trained mind still builds no rails The slave is in its stable You will to read and finish only in thoughts lost Zen Buddhism is an art Have spiritual hearings, the fervor is ready to stash it in there I complete porcupine goddess tummy mischief Goodnight sweetheart wells tend to blow It's Miley singing jazz notes in my ears You make the call skipper
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:43 AM UTC
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Your face won't matter Being faced with odds Oddly outnumbered in minds An unwearable sorrow And a forbidden religion? What effort did in a peaceful minds time Leave a world behind in itself Zen I am happy to be a man Again, more discipline and contemplation In suffering I rest Little use of a heated mind in centered meditation was found in the others brains No harness No relief from hehaw device kisses Expounding theorum and postulate to the untrained or trained mind still builds no rails The slave is in its stable You will to read and finish only in thoughts lost Zen Buddhism is an art Have spiritual hearings, the fervor is ready to stash it in there I complete porcupine goddess tummy mischief Goodnight sweetheart wells tend to blow It's Miley singing jazz notes in my ears You make the call skipper
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:43 AM UTC
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