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Simple songs, with aplomb Sincere hardship, the tact of poised Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice Taken hope, to a lip we approve Since in every definable way... The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say: Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind... To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind Means to an end, from here to eternity An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists? A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience Without the common to step forward, your denial Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
Stirring Pop With A Non-Stop Dance
Simple songs, with aplomb Sincere hardship, the tact of poised Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice Taken hope, to a lip we approve Since in every definable way... The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say: Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind... To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind Means to an end, from here to eternity An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists? A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience Without the common to step forward, your denial Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while
Till the brief and the grief say hi, will a burden of deliberation sit in the push?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
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