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**** knowing you Straight fingers and sated backs Where has an image of power, been? Liberty in a handful of flowers, is what lacks? Curiosity, at the price of privilege? Somber hands, are we a callous voice? Hindrance and silence, with a taste for religion? Has a coping integrity, that supports my choice Dread has known so many... Future shadows, and the grace to be a caring So if, in the name of this, the poise of lending So it, in the name of bliss, a waited hand full of daring So in, to be the confusion of a composed face Placed in wishes that came and went, with muses Such a shrill note, to look and see the stare we pace Sorrow and defiance, forever married to a chastity, which enthuses: Arbitrary liberty's name for pride... Succor and decision's vex, to remember the pardon Of my wealth of sunshine and grounded method, to a sighed Welcome to needs life, to a haste's treasure that is only, a life's question?
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May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Avid Since And Politeness (Having To Go...?)
**** knowing you Straight fingers and sated backs Where has an image of power, been? Liberty in a handful of flowers, is what lacks? Curiosity, at the price of privilege? Somber hands, are we a callous voice? Hindrance and silence, with a taste for religion? Has a coping integrity, that supports my choice Dread has known so many... Future shadows, and the grace to be a caring So if, in the name of this, the poise of lending So it, in the name of bliss, a waited hand full of daring So in, to be the confusion of a composed face Placed in wishes that came and went, with muses Such a shrill note, to look and see the stare we pace Sorrow and defiance, forever married to a chastity, which enthuses: Arbitrary liberty's name for pride... Succor and decision's vex, to remember the pardon Of my wealth of sunshine and grounded method, to a sighed Welcome to needs life, to a haste's treasure that is only, a life's question?
At the eleventh hour, a haste of etcetera's with a cold shoulder?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
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