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There has been no interbellum. We, the committee investigating the threat that has resurged, or refluxed from the gut, we offer in conjecture objects of affection. Biometrics bind us to knowing our BP & HR, to the most precise degree… insuring some shall live far too long, and be granted executive rank, after all common sense would tell a man, step down, admit the fact, we ought not mess with the message, entrusted to our care, we must be two minded, when we form bonds that have been known to hold family ties religiously, as ifs we know, familiar spirits, whispering peace from war, in true confusion we needed liberty, oh, we really needed to be free to take from those who had, survived since the Clovis Culture disintegrated into travelling teachers, trading stories for stories, bundled recollections of what the other knew, - and and not and gate design - discerning between soul and spirit all the ones whose signs we see on stone, with arrows showing they went from here into the whirlwind, and we are standing where that was planned.
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Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 4:38 PM UTC
Try the spirit, save the soul
There has been no interbellum. We, the committee investigating the threat that has resurged, or refluxed from the gut, we offer in conjecture objects of affection. Biometrics bind us to knowing our BP & HR, to the most precise degree… insuring some shall live far too long, and be granted executive rank, after all common sense would tell a man, step down, admit the fact, we ought not mess with the message, entrusted to our care, we must be two minded, when we form bonds that have been known to hold family ties religiously, as ifs we know, familiar spirits, whispering peace from war, in true confusion we needed liberty, oh, we really needed to be free to take from those who had, survived since the Clovis Culture disintegrated into travelling teachers, trading stories for stories, bundled recollections of what the other knew, - and and not and gate design - discerning between soul and spirit all the ones whose signs we see on stone, with arrows showing they went from here into the whirlwind, and we are standing where that was planned.
A touch of otherwise reality, if ever escaped HelloPoetry, for a season
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 4:38 PM UTC
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