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I was trapped by the first move on the chessboard, where Truth is terrible hidden in autumn a ****** attended, getting brown a forsaken habit Taking the most proper and considerate course, I sat by the edge of the wall watching, dragging my shadow alongside with bread enough for two and ready for company. I understood exactly when you simply said ‘Check’ Why does the snow kiss so gently? Wayward, with nothing to fear? I was absolutely afraid to go! My best room withered in summer days when the sun barely fell all animal heat a flame in each other’s breath with no chance to cool Rising up like smoke and sweeter drops than honey, a young man’s love flies and with my eyes shut, my house dreams crooked I’ll press my whims upon the mysteries of ghosts whose voices overwhelm large and common in the sunshine upon that very water, he trembled vexed the sky nosed about looking for present blunders the daisies are indeed the worst of all I’ve seen so many gardens but none such as this
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Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
GARDEN SPOT
I was trapped by the first move on the chessboard, where Truth is terrible hidden in autumn a ****** attended, getting brown a forsaken habit Taking the most proper and considerate course, I sat by the edge of the wall watching, dragging my shadow alongside with bread enough for two and ready for company. I understood exactly when you simply said ‘Check’ Why does the snow kiss so gently? Wayward, with nothing to fear? I was absolutely afraid to go! My best room withered in summer days when the sun barely fell all animal heat a flame in each other’s breath with no chance to cool Rising up like smoke and sweeter drops than honey, a young man’s love flies and with my eyes shut, my house dreams crooked I’ll press my whims upon the mysteries of ghosts whose voices overwhelm large and common in the sunshine upon that very water, he trembled vexed the sky nosed about looking for present blunders the daisies are indeed the worst of all I’ve seen so many gardens but none such as this
swiggins
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F/Los Angeles
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
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