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Though I may Though I might There are so many other things That I wish on this night The tide stores splices of onerous flesh... stashing them out And bringing them smoothly inside- the rucks of darkness encloses Tall frawns taller skirting vines of turbulent giant bladder kelp Survival should do one more... then plenty is each species of human that cares Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts Plots spoken wed cloths damask silken treading lightly weeds where they don't belong As we catch up to the cries Senses to fulfill seniority demure paucity oh they rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out Craft sols dented pride it's sinister always aiming hollow shat the one toothed grin I could not be I if killed certainly jeering at stimulant cartwheel punches the crap lit doing wrong yet by being studied each wave it repeats a logarithm of ultimate denial a surface squalor assuring currents champion Wash away polyhedron pith the face of pestilence Personifications attempted Douse the material frost with fire from the grand stares glancing at you Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
An Ocean Washed Away
Though I may Though I might There are so many other things That I wish on this night The tide stores splices of onerous flesh... stashing them out And bringing them smoothly inside- the rucks of darkness encloses Tall frawns taller skirting vines of turbulent giant bladder kelp Survival should do one more... then plenty is each species of human that cares Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts Plots spoken wed cloths damask silken treading lightly weeds where they don't belong As we catch up to the cries Senses to fulfill seniority demure paucity oh they rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out Craft sols dented pride it's sinister always aiming hollow shat the one toothed grin I could not be I if killed certainly jeering at stimulant cartwheel punches the crap lit doing wrong yet by being studied each wave it repeats a logarithm of ultimate denial a surface squalor assuring currents champion Wash away polyhedron pith the face of pestilence Personifications attempted Douse the material frost with fire from the grand stares glancing at you Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics
KorbydAngyle
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KorbydAngyle
53/M/Los Angeles
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
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