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Applause to this object A star to look up,— But stands lower than a house Who gathered all the fantasies— of hopeless travellers,— Which seek for devoted fancies. Sparkling garlands,— Simply, a life of itch Flashlights everywhere on the platform,— Inutile to its basis I memorize the trades of their toasts— One day, I shall have my own boast. After wiping spots on gold bars,— I am still not a debauchee of love; Even if they buzz,— Beehives— Are not mine to offer,— But a gourmet to their stomach. Assets clothing their merchants— Reserving the furnitures— To show the best features For myself, I want a slammed window,— Not some firm statues "Galatea, we all desire Galatea!" How adorable when 'twas knotted, Lovely, but not loved, Sheltered, yet not protected; Paid, but not proclaimed How many landlords will adapt me? There is a target— To a sudden stampede— Oh, how startling! Please, capture me I will submit to your traps! This bird is willing to be caged— Away! I may now have my arrows— To run the bay! Flipped death is my reward..
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
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Applause to this object A star to look up,— But stands lower than a house Who gathered all the fantasies— of hopeless travellers,— Which seek for devoted fancies. Sparkling garlands,— Simply, a life of itch Flashlights everywhere on the platform,— Inutile to its basis I memorize the trades of their toasts— One day, I shall have my own boast. After wiping spots on gold bars,— I am still not a debauchee of love; Even if they buzz,— Beehives— Are not mine to offer,— But a gourmet to their stomach. Assets clothing their merchants— Reserving the furnitures— To show the best features For myself, I want a slammed window,— Not some firm statues "Galatea, we all desire Galatea!" How adorable when 'twas knotted, Lovely, but not loved, Sheltered, yet not protected; Paid, but not proclaimed How many landlords will adapt me? There is a target— To a sudden stampede— Oh, how startling! Please, capture me I will submit to your traps! This bird is willing to be caged— Away! I may now have my arrows— To run the bay! Flipped death is my reward..
We do neither want to be objectified nor sold. Everyone is priceless, especially our lives.
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fheyra
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
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