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Tale to tell Three piggies Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's A spidery breeze... Aled to allure, the *** of repose Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze... Compare me to silence, a need confirming those Days end, in a savoring grasp With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry... The pride, the copious sorts When the world has a patience for your gifts Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts... A world of voices and presiding choices... That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt... Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek? That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story
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Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
The Benevolency: Demonic Alka Seltzers
Tale to tell Three piggies Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's A spidery breeze... Aled to allure, the *** of repose Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze... Compare me to silence, a need confirming those Days end, in a savoring grasp With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry... The pride, the copious sorts When the world has a patience for your gifts Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts... A world of voices and presiding choices... That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt... Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek? That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story
photographers in love, sometimes gave pop, pop, izz, izz...
#photography#clarification#fluorescent#lights
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
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