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Talking tea With a summoned friend More than a shadow of due, we... Know the skirting of justice, to end Tea with a risen moment To verify the calm, of seem in a worldly cast Of duty before youth, a travail to know and lament? The tally of sore senses, ready to accept here for ask Somber news, inevitably the voice of regiment And reason, are you all in life, a rational yet Come by beauty, of sincerity and just terror to relent A having dance of minds loved by the appetite we whet See the misery we appoint, to another Cause and effect, with a bidding lip of real Enough totals of shared more, the need of an open bother To come forward for the soul, if not a spirit of courtesy to feel Into the void of common questions and answers To the fate of hours we destined to hope In the name of couth, and its most frightening tear With the place and tale of nearness, with a choice beyond cope Tear the chide of need from your face... Sent with the love of us, might we sake a new rainbow You drunk like a passion of demand and the order of says The chastity of heed we all know could, an eye of heaven to owe
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
Acidic Stares, At What's Up That's Going Down
Talking tea With a summoned friend More than a shadow of due, we... Know the skirting of justice, to end Tea with a risen moment To verify the calm, of seem in a worldly cast Of duty before youth, a travail to know and lament? The tally of sore senses, ready to accept here for ask Somber news, inevitably the voice of regiment And reason, are you all in life, a rational yet Come by beauty, of sincerity and just terror to relent A having dance of minds loved by the appetite we whet See the misery we appoint, to another Cause and effect, with a bidding lip of real Enough totals of shared more, the need of an open bother To come forward for the soul, if not a spirit of courtesy to feel Into the void of common questions and answers To the fate of hours we destined to hope In the name of couth, and its most frightening tear With the place and tale of nearness, with a choice beyond cope Tear the chide of need from your face... Sent with the love of us, might we sake a new rainbow You drunk like a passion of demand and the order of says The chastity of heed we all know could, an eye of heaven to owe
a perfect egg balanced upside down says its time to be seasoned, with the right side up...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
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