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The flowery mountain: Psyche, a woven garment? Acts and breeds, deeds and listening Wait on us, like a stone to lament: History... Antiquity and the skip of vice, into a vision Vertigo is a legend of caring, in a sun's epistolary Sigh with the blessed, going to heaven... The first of many The burst of a faerie The worst of a carry The curse of sharing Silence is wisdom with a dangerous puppet... Decency in a quiet avail, is to liberate a stare... Steel in love with its self, is a champion, not a harlot... The brow of suggestion is never heard, unless seasons scare... The holiday on the mountain: Is for any who would believe, an ******* smiles... Sincerity adding itself, is our only hope, the asking is plain The moon with one, is still a more cordial life than this hell...
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
How, An Idiot Knows The Difference...
The flowery mountain: Psyche, a woven garment? Acts and breeds, deeds and listening Wait on us, like a stone to lament: History... Antiquity and the skip of vice, into a vision Vertigo is a legend of caring, in a sun's epistolary Sigh with the blessed, going to heaven... The first of many The burst of a faerie The worst of a carry The curse of sharing Silence is wisdom with a dangerous puppet... Decency in a quiet avail, is to liberate a stare... Steel in love with its self, is a champion, not a harlot... The brow of suggestion is never heard, unless seasons scare... The holiday on the mountain: Is for any who would believe, an ******* smiles... Sincerity adding itself, is our only hope, the asking is plain The moon with one, is still a more cordial life than this hell...
wish harder, thunder and lightning, thish warder is a killer...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
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