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Total me a dream Find me, a corner of an eye Save me, the turn of chaste, in whim And poise, me is a reason to be why A house... A character of decency, we delve long and tight A stirring hour, we hope is beyond a days shroud Taken with the memory, of sincerity to share might...? A place... Found with the eyes of wonder, we make for ourselves Chance heiring, in the name of a vice's pace Of coping how, and the semblance of seclusion, a wealth? A room... For sign's of witness, particular to shadows of change Wealth is to be the common, the thought to let liberty mushroom And become a friend, of worth in loyal sates; however strange... A step... Forward with communion to entail even the solitude, we meant For a night's angel, and the demands of couth we select for wit? See the composed guide me to the strength I know, is more sent... A stone we should know... Passing all to follow the method of our following Promise and privilege, in the seem, to wish once upon a time to owe Swept away with the today we accept, is a now in the hallowing...
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Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 8:50 PM UTC
Breaking The Chains Of Seasons? (Suicidal Tendency's)
Total me a dream Find me, a corner of an eye Save me, the turn of chaste, in whim And poise, me is a reason to be why A house... A character of decency, we delve long and tight A stirring hour, we hope is beyond a days shroud Taken with the memory, of sincerity to share might...? A place... Found with the eyes of wonder, we make for ourselves Chance heiring, in the name of a vice's pace Of coping how, and the semblance of seclusion, a wealth? A room... For sign's of witness, particular to shadows of change Wealth is to be the common, the thought to let liberty mushroom And become a friend, of worth in loyal sates; however strange... A step... Forward with communion to entail even the solitude, we meant For a night's angel, and the demands of couth we select for wit? See the composed guide me to the strength I know, is more sent... A stone we should know... Passing all to follow the method of our following Promise and privilege, in the seem, to wish once upon a time to owe Swept away with the today we accept, is a now in the hallowing...
The blander the pillow, the better the day dream...
#seasons#suicide#home#dreams#scents#tastes#acrimonious
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 8:50 PM UTC
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