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Once Upon a time, with frank decision Spare to fore, the choice we delve as begun By a simple truth that has an eye, for my intuition... Flowers with predatory instincts... Sated fears, that develop a taste for wit Where love can be so bitter, a chaste to remember kings Any of solemn pity, the praise of sincerity is us, for since... Peace, never pieces of a roaming neglect... Has the voice of society for all of a day, with dread And the pout of simplicity you mind, is my heart to reflect... A stone of response made from needs of virtue, that you lead? Tarry with a friend, until obligation... Has made you the stark, the cant of biding judgment The stare of resolve, we notice is us, by definition The brightness of a solitary share, in the world to relent: Add me when saviors die... Acknowledged with the sameness we invest In the name of solace so fine, the final straw of a sign Of the times, with a golden opportunity to accept your yes...?
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Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 1:59 AM UTC
Does Destiny Kiss With Lock, Or Key?
Once Upon a time, with frank decision Spare to fore, the choice we delve as begun By a simple truth that has an eye, for my intuition... Flowers with predatory instincts... Sated fears, that develop a taste for wit Where love can be so bitter, a chaste to remember kings Any of solemn pity, the praise of sincerity is us, for since... Peace, never pieces of a roaming neglect... Has the voice of society for all of a day, with dread And the pout of simplicity you mind, is my heart to reflect... A stone of response made from needs of virtue, that you lead? Tarry with a friend, until obligation... Has made you the stark, the cant of biding judgment The stare of resolve, we notice is us, by definition The brightness of a solitary share, in the world to relent: Add me when saviors die... Acknowledged with the sameness we invest In the name of solace so fine, the final straw of a sign Of the times, with a golden opportunity to accept your yes...?
And a happy face, made from oblivion's fingers...? bothering fate for another one? family lives on...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 1:59 AM UTC
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