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Sep 17
My heart is unpleasant and distant.

Maybe, in a boulevard of mind's musing
And a disgruntled man
This battered throb is a utopia
That is ever for the ample loved
For the enough affirms and all that matches

The flesh of scarcely, it liberates something like;
A melody of lover's sigh
A language only true hearts speak.
A voyage where emotions navigate.

How my thoughts always reign
The upsides wane
Below its pith, to its veins
Like wilted-beat of rhythms or a fainted bloke
That searching for his sane

And every little thing I had felt blooming within
I ought luminously, beyond.

I just sham
I don't.
my old account got hacked
Lance
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Lance  22/Bigender
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