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Monkey bone Sat on a rhymes table Sweet Jerusalem... Weighing youth, for asking's babel? Watcher's in love Of a needy name... Shallow winds, come to discuss...? A promise in wonders fame Ashes to passing ashes Dust to grievances dust Tooth for truer tooth, lasting Eye for unnerved eyes, thus Thus, the history of youth? With a prayer for immaculate lips... So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit? Monkeys playing God... Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise? Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding... My hiccough... My limit, of time to question The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come? With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...? Quiet The tongue of worldly forces Has a season of shame, for might Letting misery have am, leading many to more... Quiet... The adding more, to seek a wishes heat Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight That has your shadow of reality, to beat...
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Can A Juice, Wish You Out Of Existence?
Monkey bone Sat on a rhymes table Sweet Jerusalem... Weighing youth, for asking's babel? Watcher's in love Of a needy name... Shallow winds, come to discuss...? A promise in wonders fame Ashes to passing ashes Dust to grievances dust Tooth for truer tooth, lasting Eye for unnerved eyes, thus Thus, the history of youth? With a prayer for immaculate lips... So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit? Monkeys playing God... Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise? Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding... My hiccough... My limit, of time to question The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come? With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...? Quiet The tongue of worldly forces Has a season of shame, for might Letting misery have am, leading many to more... Quiet... The adding more, to seek a wishes heat Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight That has your shadow of reality, to beat...
What did Grandpa say about eating grass, under a future mercy's moon? Beloved...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
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