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Pout, with ought's body... I host a calling wind Simple service, a reaching for lauding A haps, to look beyond kind Does a shadow agree? Dark somberness, satisfied Only by sincerity When strength showed a callous side... To a world's wishes Made to guide truth, like angels With prettier advances, than life mentioned More than else, a savior of spite, which fell... Fell for a pouting love... Perhaps the eye of tradition Has the moment, we all long for; sovereign History mutual, a living sulk to intimation Somehow and always, prowess Tenacious, worth a delight triumphant Pride in its arrayed colors, surreal duress To keep an attracted eye, with love's haunt
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Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
Why Done? Blessing's That Play The Part
Pout, with ought's body... I host a calling wind Simple service, a reaching for lauding A haps, to look beyond kind Does a shadow agree? Dark somberness, satisfied Only by sincerity When strength showed a callous side... To a world's wishes Made to guide truth, like angels With prettier advances, than life mentioned More than else, a savior of spite, which fell... Fell for a pouting love... Perhaps the eye of tradition Has the moment, we all long for; sovereign History mutual, a living sulk to intimation Somehow and always, prowess Tenacious, worth a delight triumphant Pride in its arrayed colors, surreal duress To keep an attracted eye, with love's haunt
#windlorn#attraction#love
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
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