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Avid or lead Salt in the way Summation to verify our, vanity ahead... Succor and hints of whether, a sermon of place... The course of a new ship? Set to sail, with suicide as a destination Sour liberty has shown us, the boding of unity, asking wit... The voice, of wealth and remorse is an oddity, to intimation? Spare futures, in the eyes of the land... Somehow, and with aged forces to avow... Life here, is a poignant sulk, of what was chaos in hand Toward the somber horizon, the life of seriousness, now...? Has a marvel in times way... Since borrowed timidity is to be a challenge, of ecstasy? Will we sit for a nightmare, or is that a question to stay Stronger than a half sighed, half worthy pace of choice... Is this horse dead, or running for its life? Such a small price to pay, for the answer of privilege? Sweeter by decency, decorum is a new wish for strife... Antiquity shown, or the method to a wager of sincerity's, least? Aches, chills, glares and pains Best served by sleep? a host of vicinity to a futures blanket Seemingly meant and let, with a proper smile, come plane Where the tow of vice and its vision of home, is a sick lover's face met?
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Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
An Angel's Halo, To Trade For A Horse?
Avid or lead Salt in the way Summation to verify our, vanity ahead... Succor and hints of whether, a sermon of place... The course of a new ship? Set to sail, with suicide as a destination Sour liberty has shown us, the boding of unity, asking wit... The voice, of wealth and remorse is an oddity, to intimation? Spare futures, in the eyes of the land... Somehow, and with aged forces to avow... Life here, is a poignant sulk, of what was chaos in hand Toward the somber horizon, the life of seriousness, now...? Has a marvel in times way... Since borrowed timidity is to be a challenge, of ecstasy? Will we sit for a nightmare, or is that a question to stay Stronger than a half sighed, half worthy pace of choice... Is this horse dead, or running for its life? Such a small price to pay, for the answer of privilege? Sweeter by decency, decorum is a new wish for strife... Antiquity shown, or the method to a wager of sincerity's, least? Aches, chills, glares and pains Best served by sleep? a host of vicinity to a futures blanket Seemingly meant and let, with a proper smile, come plane Where the tow of vice and its vision of home, is a sick lover's face met?
what would you give, for a liberty on the tip of the tows; a tomorrow...?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
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